Stars.

So overwhelming. One touch is all it takes before intense takes control. It flows, with a radiant glow, from your fingertips down to your toes. You succumb to its warmth and amore. It rejuvinates your soul.

You want it to last, just like the droplets of vapour on the other side of the glass. Like dew on grass in the morning. You think, maybe someone came with a pin and poked holes into the nothingness, so we could see heaven. You thank him for that. You think harder, and think it through, for something more to say, but the words don't come out right.

For love, is more than just good company. Appreciate it. Embrace it.



As I left for church this morning, I saw an eagle soaring above me. He looked like he was looking for breakfast or lunch, or whatever eagles eat in the morning. Anyway, he kept flying directly overhead, so I squinted my eyes and pretended I was holding a kite string that led all the way up to him. I got to fly that eagle for about six minutes, and headed for church, guilelessly satisfied.