It's just sunset.... or is it sunrise?
I dont know how many times in my dreams there are are surreal calm and fair winds of pure life exiting so deep within the realms of heavenly faith the link between the whispers of the days end or its beginning become scented with balcony lights of the skies. Open my heart to a tale fantasy of staircase enchantment and swimming pools filled with white pearls - I stand on the edge of this daring imagination of my reflection a tiny grand encapsulement of beautiful romance ----- where am I? I am in the mirrors that delve with sweet secrets and honest lies? or am I seeing a brave turn of love and mystery become synchronised with what God has planned all along -
My eyes glitter with the ripples of the water and I can gently hear the wave of my emotions drowning in that hour - where the sun is neither rising or dropping and my body is neither mine nor a strangers and my heart is neither beating nor aching and my mind is neither able nor willing to remember where I am
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