Sunday, April 24, 2011

Night Kites

Like a kaleidescope kites fly my imagination soaring through the night sky.
colors so dense they disappear in the moment of an quick and yet it prolongs for eternity. time is a thief..It robs and it steals....but on certain nights time heals...heals the wounds that never seem to mend....

Jump forward I see a me that I rarely see.... I see a happy me