To have wings. 3/9/2006

By Stilltraveler •
I've tired of the unknowing of hearts mainly that of my own.
I haven't a clue where to start.
Thoughts of a world together graceful eyes upon my soul.
An angelic voice to lift my spirits.
A dream of peace furthered more by a heaven with you.
Fantasy only wished & imagined a reality not yet certain or ever to be.