Thought of the month of
April 2002

« The Only Neverending Invitation »

She talks of Love and I know what she means.
She speaks of unborn stars that will, one day, decorate our skies and I can't wait to see them arrive into our lives.

She told me the other day of golden rivers and velvet skies that are to come into our reality, and I can not stop asking for the time, impatiently, to see them blossom into this world of Love.

She took my fading heart and all that came with it, painting them all in purple, and brightened the sun that shines on me. She's redirected the lamps onto the empty and dark corners of my life. She's swept away the tears and dusts off of the residing ghosts in my Love line and then, sitting by my side, she talks of all that I've
done for her!

And I can no longer refuse it. I can no longer hide my feelings for she is the sweetest bird in my garden of Love. She is the oasis of my deserted heart. She has become the necessity of my dreamy nights.

I've come again, once more, dragged by The Only Neverending Invitation, to sit by the shores of the eternal growth, watching the birds sing their songs of passion and love. I've come again, dragged by the sweetness of the rising sun in the dawn of her beautiful and inspiring realm