� Photograph by Tom ([email protected]) TO RIDE THE WAVE � Laryalee ([email protected]) When first the faintest breath of love exhaled its whisper on the winds, when first the softest touch of heaven bent its halo 'round the earth, from voices bathed by innocence, a silver-rippled promise rose. It pierced the darkness; light poured through in waves of glory, surging forth with strength enough to carry all humanity to vibrant heights. What fool would call the dark and beg for its return? Who'd scorn the love that hovered near, then turn their back on light that heaven kissed? And yet, today, so many fools exist. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!