There is a man and he rocks me.
This steady motion follows a path and sets music to life. The notes show a dreamscape he's only spoken of before and here it is on the walls around us. I could live in his arms, just in this moment. So that every time he holds me I hear the same melody whispering from another dimension and another time.
This is a different kind of safety, where I am not just saving you but you defended every bit of me.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Before This War
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