skipping stones

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

dreaming in red

its a magnificent light show across the glass, red streaks shatterring a peaceful night sky, some eclipsed by nimbus clouds, pulsing a mellow red glow, nobody seems to notice, the air hostess has a weary look, a man in a suit types away his deadlines, i press my face against the glass, another throb smwhr in the distance, its magnitude pulsing away, thnx fr the greeting, its almost playful... the flashes.. adolescent stretching out across the sky its brilliance breathtaking...the sky... wiser.. convolving around its wishes...accepting its high spirits.. i breathe deep, cant smell the air, but i can imagine...my pencils have sketched this bfore....

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