the din was deafening all clamour and clash friends and conversation a dizzying dine and dash — 12/5/09 – 3
dawn on a spring morningsky blue and nascent greendogwoods white with flowers blooming in white light clearly seen.
The scent of spring was on the air this morningBreathing deep a sigh after the rainWhite blossoms on the dogwood are breaking And the indigo tinge of magnolias Signal the last breath winter
She is a song.not the weaker,but more fragile,softer, sweetercounterpoint:to my melody
Blood, fire and vapourSigns above and belowWonders in heaven and earthDarkness, and a blood moonHis Spirit poured outHis servants declaringThe great and notable dayHis day, the day He comesThe day we are savedIf we call upon His name– acts 2:18-21
i am a song written in minor keythe rise and fall, the dance beside the deepthe melancholy surge, the tantalizing leapthe bright and bittersweet relationa life of rhyme and reason
the scent of spring was on the air this morningbreathing deep a sigh after the rainwhite blossoms on the dogwood are breakingand the indigo tinge of magnoliassignal the last breath of winter
Star light, star bright, Sweet star in the sky tonightI wish I may, I wish I might, Wish you well till morning light
there is exuberance in conversationher *smile*, her quick responsean intimate connection of words,expressions made plain by type and nimble fingers.electrodes speed pithy wordsold and newly coined through air and over land, rendering space meaninglessbrought to you by: huggles and confuzzeled
it is difficult to express in wordsor even attempt to capture the lossof love stolen before fruitionof a little girl lost before her time