soleils

A Translucent, fog like dream
I whisper in the ear of those,
who are willing to listen.
Traveling with the passing breeze

Met you no harm, nor did I
want you to get lost in the many
drifting streams of conscience
Wished no ill will as I cast
Dreamy spells on waking hours.

Beauty deeply rooted in soul
Dormant through winters of
Pale Cold Moonlight.
A guiding light
Swept away by the rolling tide
A sea of past sorrow and broken pride

All is not lost
You were only traveling far away
following sounds of my luring voice
The visions of your muse of choice.




I bought a mini IPod today! It's awesome and green. And today all is well.