in the most elegant of dreams i am standing witness but only to dreams that linger. i am not afraid of myself like i used to be. i look upon the land but i am still sparking for interests, the end of the line is not in the timing of all things near. i whisper your name sometimes ad look for you to draw near, fora second we unite and all is right, then like clouds you disapper and evaporate and the landscape of me heart returns to desert and i await the rains to bloom. walking into arms that love like like mad, but holding onto the past that is dead.
trying to go back in time before the erosion, it is so sad, so hard but in time i may find the things again that help me, heal me and make me strong. i want to sit through church but i am distracted and the sermon is  long all i cam for was  the song. i know in my heart there is no right in the sound of your voice, do the people who are here dancing to day know that there was an underwear psrty here last night, if you could worship god fully you just might.