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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

were it not for you...

Were it not for you, I would fall. Were it not for you, my feet would slip, my grip would falter. Were it not for you, my mind would wander too far away, get lost, and never come back. Were it not for you, I would step off the Empire State building, thinking I was dreaming, and that I could fly.

You keep me grounded as I dream, you keep me from falling.

Were it not for you, they would not exist. Were it not for you, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Were it not for you, I would withdraw so completely that my shell would be impenetrable. Were it not for you, my life would be pointless and gray. Were it not for you I would be totally, completely, and utterly, lost.

You keep me grounded as I dream, you keep me from falling.

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: toadman : at Wednesday, July 18, 2007 |

Friday, February 02, 2007

to one I love...

Come fly with me through pages of history, through visions of the past and the misty dreams of the future. Watch as the quill writes the past and scrawls out the coming era as our summer fufills its reality.

Take my hand and I'll show you the pyramids being built, the moon being walked on. We'll fly over mountains, fields, cities and stand on summits and shout to the heavens. We'll watch stars being born in nebulas and breath the glowing placenta of new life in the cosmos. Laugh with me as we draw pencil mustaches on the four and twenty in the throne room. Listen with me as the laughter of the Almighty fills our ears and we fly away from that scene into invisible time.

Love with me, as we ride into the mid-summer of our lives, eschewing the arrival of our quiet winter together, but prepare with me, as the squirrel does. Smile with me, as we find the face of God in the center of a single flower, and in our maddness, laugh at infinity.

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: toadman : at Friday, February 02, 2007 |