The Legend tells as dusk falls
brown eyes smile
in the ceremony of
flight in loving months
the friendship
shant wane
I would be so hurt
to lose you...
there is not a best
nor a worse of you
there is only you
on the astral slide
we are to play
I'll fling you a comet tail
draw you to me
wear you like a
rainbow...an flash
my colors at you
it will not wane...
We meet in the dark
place wired for sound
... dots, flash,
sparkle in silence
you are my noise
forever...
lighting candles
under the stars...
bentfeather
LMH
01/03/03