We make shapes with our hearts.
Concentric rings that ebb and flow like spice and mystery.
And though the rings are not eternal..
They will intersect from time to time like lighthouses.
Look to the shore.
The beacon is simply my eye
reflecting your light back to you.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
We make shapes with our hearts.
Concentric rings that ebb and flow like spice and mystery.
And though the rings are not eternal..
They will intersect from time to time like lighthouses.
Look to the shore.
The beacon is simply my eye
reflecting your light back to you.
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