Sunday, February 04, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Elizabeth
Listen to her quiet calm
She sings like Hank Williams
Listen to her quiet psalm
Her prairie body embodies a Tower of Song.
I do not believe in ghosts
Precious memories rock a rocking boat
I do not believe in the power of myth
Raucous daydreams capsized this cruise ship.
The world is a glacier melting from the outside in
We are its passengers some imprisoned others set free by their faith
There are many marathons but only one true race to the finish line
When I looked into her eyes a paradise realigned.
Listen to her quiet storm
Never failing to amaze and excite
Witness her cowboy boots
Kicking up the dust of man.
Charles
January 27, 2007
Charles
January 27, 2007
She sings like Hank Williams
Listen to her quiet psalm
Her prairie body embodies a Tower of Song.
I do not believe in ghosts
Precious memories rock a rocking boat
I do not believe in the power of myth
Raucous daydreams capsized this cruise ship.
The world is a glacier melting from the outside in
We are its passengers some imprisoned others set free by their faith
There are many marathons but only one true race to the finish line
When I looked into her eyes a paradise realigned.
Listen to her quiet storm
Never failing to amaze and excite
Witness her cowboy boots
Kicking up the dust of man.
Charles
January 27, 2007
Charles
January 27, 2007
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