another change, another year, another dream...
how beautiful are the days which surround, 'tis a dayze, a dreamy lull, seeping thru muted dusks, a lush begetting of eves, a gentle beauty and a draping of celestial murmurs....
new vocations and habitations beckon. the dream becomes more beautiful yet evermore fragile. how lovely is this life, yet its like a flower seeping slowly into the quiet of its dawn.
chat soon, my fair and beauteous, written ear xX