2:34 p.m. - Tuesday, Apr. 13, 2004
Slightly reddish, fine crop, atop
I've traced...upon heart and mind..so well...so well...my love
In distant vales, melodies and memories
His fingers gracefully dancing up now down the scales
As I'm entranced...
Surely, surely I'm in love
Yet the night holds no captives
For day has passed...
And what should have last...a lifetime..
He let it slip...
For we see the world..
Not as it is..
But as we are...
And until the light...
We pass out
What has been given us..
Though ...we know