Sunday, August 17, 2003

the waiting

we put all our eggs in that basket, one by one... carefully so they dont crack. wrap them in tender words... we store them in a cool dry place, its not time for breakfast yet... watch the days go by... another week ... another month... the nights are for lovers who never tire of one another... when dawn breaks and the mist rises from the lakes and rivers, we stir awake... to make the best love a man and woman can ever know.