| Ignorance Expressionless masks dip to the everlasting tune of crickets� love ballads. A kiss to the moon, the sky and us lovers. A lake of faith, and a bed sheet of chance. Folds and waves are at one under the burning glances of the ponderers, the quiet whispers in the morning glow. Caring but not caring. Savoring its sweetness. The world exists outside of this moment, this second, this glint off of your dew-stained hair. If you had pulled up the anchor we would have drifted into the abyss as two hungry lovers. Lost in an idealistic state. Abolishing questions. Only the faithful survive. Consider me blessed. |