Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Monday, October 13, 2003


When this empty cloud
drifts too close
in and around
visions I've tried to
bring to life, and when
vague intangibles,
having taken the image
shapes of dreams within
patches of moonlight,
there's longing turned
to hope.
We are far less alone
finding laughter in life
and loving it all.
I've traveled this far
venturing so close
I could almost
feel you now.

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