Friday, November 14, 2008

an old draft revisited (very random)

On top of the world is where my baby lays. That place somewhere between waking and sleeping where dream and reality meet in the bliss of the never ending. Long days and longer nights have I been withheld to only the fading wonder of dreams. With torment I wait for the wonder that awaits. The perfection I see in God's perfect creation or maybe just perfect for me. Ever present in my thoughts, until fingertips can once again gain the appreciation of the touch for which I dream. So, dream I must; dreams keeping sanity present in the time crawl which is endured.