The waves of music from below float up and tumble over me. The wind is chilled and carries scents of autumn and dying fires. And I look dowm from my perch trying to see something that shines,like a star or a glimmer of gold that would lay in the darkness beside me, that would warm me and be there when the blues and browns take over the world. So I look and I stare till the center of my head beats louder than my heart. But there is nothing to see below me, nothing that wasn't there before. There is nothing down there for me; nothing but time and desperate words. I come here every other day,and every Sunday for luck. On God's day I go and look and find exactly what I found every time before. Except one day back in May when I saw it, dull and bright and winking. But oh God, I blinked, I BLINKED and it was gone, gone, gone. So I'll keep going until the clouds pass by the sun. I'll see what I saw once again. The spark, that light, that glimmer of gorgeous living moving glow. That glow that was meant for me, that reaches upward to envelope me. But is struggling for I can't see it, but I know that its there, waiting in the essential air.
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Kristen.Its yours!!
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