When the hallowed light beaming down from the moons pure white face. Gleaming down and reflecting off the face of the clowds. Glowing like a slate of glass on a sea of white salt. With the mixture of the lights coloring. Turning it into a blue haze that forges images of peace, and prosperity with in the hold of light, shadow, and mist... but in these beauties and visions of love. Are hidden in the world created when it flows further onto the plans. Reflecting off the snow on the peaks. And shimmering off the lakes. Turning the warm green of the trees to a utopia of blue, green, white, and black. Flowing like a river braking the cords of winter. Slowly it begins to speed up and have life within it once again. But further still is the beauty of this god given gift is still honored and hallowed even further when it is panted upon a face. Further still is its grace when it dances over the face of someone you care for. But beyond all of these expanding into the chaos of the universe, is when it is glossed over the face of a loved one. Giving it a look of perfection, and ease. The infirmities of the world are washed away from any and all held within this home of light."
 morti_cacciatore · Thu Jan 12, 2006 @ 09:24pm · 1 Comments |
