4.11.08

For Him.

Crisp, biting air pierces my lungs
Dancing lights speak of promises yet fulfilled.
Feet grace new roads, expectant-
I fell in love. 
Tears softly run down 
creating cool streams-
Proof of life. 
Only good; whispers of assurance
He has said: It is time. 
Great things are coming...

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