Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Sunday Thoughts

Linger in the cool morning grass
And let the sun rays dance
Underneath that subtle
Guise you play. Your warm smile of sometimes
Hope, how it makes me grin.
Only now and then when you
That strange greatness of
Love inside of your heat,
Only it’s undisturbed joyful
Understands what it’s like to feel it, what it’s like to
Drink all the world has to offer; and when ready, to scream.