God Grants life, People inspire creation. Who comes first? Again my inspiration has returned to me in the form of a muse. This is for her.
Moments Of Beauty
It's not often in this world when you meet someone who inspires visions of beauty that walk hand in hand with the spirit to conceive a child of love known as Imagination.
Imagination grows into maturity with the blossoming of ideas that become reality. Painting a portrate of the world that fails to be discribed by any word in the human language.
When language fails us we have nothing but our hearts. Gentle wombs inside our bodies that give birth to the lives we lead and guides us down the paths we choose to follow.
I will walk with you hand in hand through a valley of thousand suns to the graveyard of lost dreams. Once their we will perform the ritual of Life Everlasting, following in ancient ways to ressurect our lost dreams into new memories. Each one drawing strength on the laughter of a child, the whispers of youn lovers, and the wisdom of our elders.
I have more to say but do not dare tell it above a whisper, for love is fragile at birth and I do not want it to break. It will live instead as a secret of my desire to be whispered away to the setting sun.
Walk in Beauty, Live in Peace.
Moments Of Beauty
It's not often in this world when you meet someone who inspires visions of beauty that walk hand in hand with the spirit to conceive a child of love known as Imagination.
Imagination grows into maturity with the blossoming of ideas that become reality. Painting a portrate of the world that fails to be discribed by any word in the human language.
When language fails us we have nothing but our hearts. Gentle wombs inside our bodies that give birth to the lives we lead and guides us down the paths we choose to follow.
I will walk with you hand in hand through a valley of thousand suns to the graveyard of lost dreams. Once their we will perform the ritual of Life Everlasting, following in ancient ways to ressurect our lost dreams into new memories. Each one drawing strength on the laughter of a child, the whispers of youn lovers, and the wisdom of our elders.
I have more to say but do not dare tell it above a whisper, for love is fragile at birth and I do not want it to break. It will live instead as a secret of my desire to be whispered away to the setting sun.
Walk in Beauty, Live in Peace.