my eyes are dancing
over the glittering sea
the wind is glancing
the sparkling beach
sand in my eyes
salt in my hair
mountains so high
a whistling in the air
for perfection it strives
and i think
that must be life

Tell me how two people find each other, in a world full of strangers?   ~Got to Believe in Magic*


Is it the heart that does the recognition?
Or is it the soul that finds it's own reflection?

I’m on my way home.
Sky's a mix of grey and blue -
still thinking of you.