Wayside Park
Sourrounded by arms of comfort, in the midst of all things joyous, in a place of unusual secrecy, I burry myself deeper into the depths of unreality. (Faithfest 2005)
In a place of warm welcome, I allow myself to become involved in an exchange of affectionate glances.
On a cold night, in a place of undiscovered territory, with the reflection of the street lamps hitting the still water, I became tangled in web of happiness that the spider was continuing to spin.
Was it all real, or was it just a dream?
In a place of warm welcome, I allow myself to become involved in an exchange of affectionate glances.
On a cold night, in a place of undiscovered territory, with the reflection of the street lamps hitting the still water, I became tangled in web of happiness that the spider was continuing to spin.
Was it all real, or was it just a dream?