just thinking about your dream(s), and how our dreams are often more than just vivid reminders of who and why we are.
Contained in those thoughts then was this image of you sleeping.
Breathing softly as you do, with that smile of yours looking up at me,
I was reminded of late August sunsets and candle light.
Which is why I stiil believe for every drop of rain that falls upon the road, a flower grows. Still, believing that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle will be glowing.
I still believe;
That for everyone who has gone astray, someone will come along to show them the way. Still believing above a storm the smallest prayer can still be heard.
Even a prayer spoken in your sleep.
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
