Gas lit lamps hung just above my head
The heat of the fires blowing in my face
Weaving in and out of multitudes if people
Being drawn to the sound of a saxaphone
Whisperings of a wind flute in the air
And we are following the river winding
Excitement is all around, but I feel safe
Because you are both with me
The jazz music sings to my heart
Salsa dancing with you takes away a bit of my fear
And Providence you truly amaze me
By the magesty that you behold
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Water Fire
Posted by Kylee at 12:12 PM
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