16 January 2007

Dreams: Our Place...

Across the lines and under the down shifting lights, catches breath like a stream alive. The tallest trees, stretch to the sea and to the edge where shadows meet. Our place beneath the skies, nested in natures way, as the seasons come and whisper loud. We're still wrapped together again and all our dreams are waking in our (quiet hiding) place.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautiful.

21:58  
Blogger just thinking said...

Daniel ?

22:30  

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