you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

9:01:00 AM
Saturday, March 05, 2005
bop to the top
my thighs still hurt. i've never ran so many rounds up and down the field before.

honesty is the best policy