Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Per se.


She said.
And I want to hear pebbles under my feet.
And I want to stand in a cave of tall trees.
And I want the sunlight to trickle in and sparkle on my face.
And I want to hear the sound of the dried leaves rustling in the silence as the wind blows.
And there would be cool shade.

And there would be a pleasant breeze.

And there would be a lake.

And there would be a road.

And it would be dark; slowly, carefully winding its way through the shade of the tall green.

And there would be nothing else.

And nothing but everything would be sound.