Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Perfect red-balled bliss in the sky.. 

You know, after such a day, this is the perfect ending, this red-balled bliss in the sky, this moon hidden by the sun, this portent of change to come. Love life uncertain, war, animals ducking for cover and plants on the wane, but it might come down to a night, a moment of perfect bliss to set it alright in motion again. As long as there is a breath to scrape out of this dark-red moon illumined atmosphere...