The flow of a warm mist has left my heart, and found its way to another. Winding around and looping to meld with the mist that encircles all of us. What is this mist that has left me? Will it find a soul and create magic that great romances are written about or will it find a soul in need of a friend or will it find a soul in pain? The colors of the mist collide with others and explode like the northern lights. One cannot anticipate what the mist will bring or find no more than one can read the northern lights. I am but a vessel traveling through the ocean of life hoping that one day that the mist will fade and unveiled before me will be a pure soul that is my destiny.
Monday, June 19, 2006
the colors of love
The flow of a warm mist has left my heart, and found its way to another. Winding around and looping to meld with the mist that encircles all of us. What is this mist that has left me? Will it find a soul and create magic that great romances are written about or will it find a soul in need of a friend or will it find a soul in pain? The colors of the mist collide with others and explode like the northern lights. One cannot anticipate what the mist will bring or find no more than one can read the northern lights. I am but a vessel traveling through the ocean of life hoping that one day that the mist will fade and unveiled before me will be a pure soul that is my destiny.
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