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zesty_pinto) wrote2002-11-07 11:22 am
zesty_pinto) wrote2002-11-07 11:22 am
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Awakening.
I awaken with barly a momory of the dream that embraced me to a sky bursting with the brightest shot of reality. For once in the last three days, the eternal gray has been lifted away to feed sun sparking against the tan orange and red of leaves, the green of the pine, and the eternal blue of the heavens. I was once allowed the chance to see the deepest blue of a sky cleaned by the rain, though there is no deep blue, only the uniform eternally light blue of a sky stricken with vitality and vivacity.
The energy that flows through me is from that light, from my repaired body... from the cold shivers of the morning and the sound of my lover playing her instruments through the trees to show me how she can shake them. It is a new day... and I know I must be ready to embrace it.
I awaken with barly a momory of the dream that embraced me to a sky bursting with the brightest shot of reality. For once in the last three days, the eternal gray has been lifted away to feed sun sparking against the tan orange and red of leaves, the green of the pine, and the eternal blue of the heavens. I was once allowed the chance to see the deepest blue of a sky cleaned by the rain, though there is no deep blue, only the uniform eternally light blue of a sky stricken with vitality and vivacity.
The energy that flows through me is from that light, from my repaired body... from the cold shivers of the morning and the sound of my lover playing her instruments through the trees to show me how she can shake them. It is a new day... and I know I must be ready to embrace it.