Friday, July 16, 2004
The Sky of my soul
leaving ninetynine
leaving all behind
in deep purple sky
It's still not too late
Even though the crest has fallen
your smile keeps me going
My inner sense your being
that soothes my soul
as the wind of you
surround my purple sky
Walking the miles
taking the death
in grey brown sky
Down under my inside dry
infuse by the intense loneliness
you in my heart redeem me
The Stone that the builders rejected, has become the Cornerstone
8:34 PM