Halo

3/15/01

Laughter in the wind

Every moment being perfect


Green grass grows in the distance
and I know there are pastures

I think about dreaming under stars
And the taste of warm breath on my face

Sunshine, wakeful smiles, Dust particles
dancing as flakey skin is scratched in
some rythmic pattern

The feel of fresh paper
The taste of uninterupted thought

Children dancing without music

Prayer in the dark