Post by Ellie on Jun 22, 2004 15:55:07 GMT
Music washes past, future flowing, ever-dreaming, let the sun go down and hope to rise again... Just let it go... Tears mingle with firelight, a sweet and bitter honeyed mead that flows as a river of gold... Head leans back, resting against his chest, watching the flames in quietness, music falling like a rain of tears overall, purifying and condemning, promising and fulfilling, rejoicing and yearning, tears in the firelight... warmth ahead and warmth behind, yet icy winter still grips inside as the whispring wind of summer's melody rends all into a voice, into a song...
