Winter wind wailing for unrequited love.
Piercing through cloudless pale blue. Searching searching ...
For you, for me, for us, for ever ...
For a moment then
Fingerprint of Time
Echo of a moment
Eternity
In my soul
And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation ~Kahlil Gibran~
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Ebru Sunset
Driving down the highway, wrestling with my conflicting thoughts and raw emotions, entirely oblivious to life around me ... all of a sudden I'm startled by a wild splatter of oranges, pinks, and purples and a huge ball of red sliding behind the misty blue-grey silhouette of Virginia's mountains. Instantly, I'm yanked from the labrynth of my musings into that palpable outer reality. I laugh at myself, turn the volume knob up on Springsteen and join him at top of my lungs ... no thoughts, no conflict, just Bruce, the highway, the thrilling canvas stretched before my eyes and me...
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