Artwork by Riemerschmid
Midi is "The Wedding Song"
Seek shelter with me
I shall love you
til time draws to an end
We shall inhabit
that space
where life's travels
compress
into one.
We shall listen
as wild oceans roar,
planets explode,
silent winds blow
Moons shall rise above us,
then plunge
through meteor-shattered skies
as distant voices
relate stories of old
Cup my hand to your ear
A seashell, it becomes.
Do you hear?
My heart drums out
its own tale of love
All about you
Ever about you.
Pris Campbell
Copyright 4/19/2001
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