thursday s

[creativesoul]

i woke from a sleep that carried me to the backyard, it was the moon perhaps gently calling like a whisper of a wolf on a summer s eve.
the wolf was positioned once again with her head in the south for healing, and her body in the east holding with: in her paws, the first rays of golden sunlight. the stars were drizzling stardust and the feel of the brick under my bare feet left me staring in awe at what must be many worlds. The nation has news of who will be the president. A race which has long been abandoned by the human s.He is tired.We went to a beavers baseball game last night, ate a hot dog and snow cone and peanuts from the shell.We sang "take me out to the ball game"exotic eyes, the heat coming off the sandm she s bronze and sculpted in a fashion which indicates a mysterious sensuality, if you could just not.... look in her eyes... no.. dont
her hunger for love is too complicated, too restless --- he is tired and thinks she is writing to somebody
it is doubtful anyone is awake at this hour.

[judih]

the hour is perfect, just as it is