Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Meeting

Simple pictures tumble through my head
Something wonderful has happened to us
Languages we've never spoken before
Inspire us at the crossroads where we

Meet it seems for the first time
In love it seems for the first time
Hope, she seems to be smiling down
Upon our hearts as they

Fly through open skies
all we know is our
Hands holding tight as we
Flit through morning light
All we can see is our
Breath in the air of a new beginning


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