The Breeze 1 comment

12 Feb 2006 @ 08:15, by Marissa A Spencer free pic @ [link] Valentine's Day my thoughts turn to softer things.. The Breeze The breeze ruffles your hair as we sit along the bank I feel the warmth of your sigh and your arm against me Cherry blossoms drift slowly down: fluttering Like butterfly wings suddenly alive on their own This moment, this very spot in time, is a timeless painting Colors forever brushed against the canvas of life Repeating generations against the tide of death Welling into the pure springs of rebirth and rejoicing Our eyes become one gaze into one greater being Gazing into one immense existence that fades away We are each other and ourselves over and over again The scenes ever changing before our young/old souls The passions in a pendulum of desire and denial When we have surrendered and conquered in turns The waters shimmer like wheat fields in the wind While cherry blossoms drift slowly down: fluttering February 11, 2006 Marissa A Spencer

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