Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Childhood games, looking out in our backyard...

I sit among books but forget my heart. Mind quiet so the stars from my insides can tingle. I am listening to you.
I will fall back into sky.
Remember the music of my voice. Remember the melody of day.
Hearts cannot control who they love, or why.
Random choices form our destiny. Sing with me. I love you.

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