The bells are ringing in the distance of an unknown land...
I close my eyes
And lay in the poppy and camomile fields....
I smell the sea and hear the waves crashing onto the rocks.... Throwing the tears
of golden amber left over from the legend of love, jealousy and tragedy...
I collect the pieces of amber and hold them against the sun hoping to see our future...........
And I see the reflection of our dream we are dreaming...
The presence is our truth...........
We hold onto surface
We wonder and ponder
We laugh and we cry
We are found
We are lost
We are hungry and thirsty to be and to have....
To be for
To care for
To be honest with
To make love to
To create with