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.
9:48:00 PM
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
bop to the top

before i forget, here's something if you've got 45 seconds to spare:


Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see Beauty.
Anyone who keeps the ability to see Beauty never grows old.
- Frank Kafka

honesty is the best policy