Friday, July 11, 2008
When the sun is kept in your heart, all evil vanishes from your life. You are my sunrise setting down on fields of liquid spirits. I want to lie there with your blue eyes wandering into the distant golden; with your hands searching for my hands in the blinding light of your own existence. We would lie inside of your own being, until you kicked me out, my sunset, falling.
Posted by Beth at 12:34 PM