Today the fires of my burning days have lost their fuel.
I walked though the smouldering field and thanked the cold wet wind for the rain it carried here the night before.
And though smoke still rises in the corners of my life, there's the promise of hope in the days ahead for new seed and it's sower.
doo bee doo bee doo, Luv you baby!
4:01 p.m. - 2003-09-08