2000-07-23 - 16:27:16

Equanimity, serenity, and solitude. Prejudgements endure no longer than a mere trice. Lying with you, under the twilight of miraculous wonder. Gazing at the world's beauty. Dancing spec's of light above our heads, and we cannot speak. What we see above us, and what we see in each other co-exsist. Metaphorical, and ironic that both are arcane. We endeavor the possiblities of what may arise from these morphed souls. A mere moment of pure energy circulating between these masses of skin we call bodies. Love and lust falling into the depths of perfection. The future molds itself as we remain happy and gleeful. Not to question, or describe, but to experience the emotion of nature. I turned slightly, looked into those fairy eyes, and yeilded to the contentment of my affection for you. Console me with your delicious words, but you were unable or unwilling to speak. I believed the overwhelmingness of the night, grew unto you as well. My eyes bided to be affixed on you, yours on the stars, and the shadows that followed the unclad branches. Can't you see? The sound, and presence of nature was serenading us with its melody of love. We never took that experience for granted, only absorbed it into our memories, and reassured that it'd happen again one day. But, even nature does not have the honor of repeating that night.

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