where is the love that lets the
sunlight in
where is the compassion that comforts the soul
where is the passion that lights the flame
a thousand dreams, I once believed in
time healed the pain
the tears were wiped away
and yet, my heart still feels the same
In your eyes I see a kinder reflection.
Who is that heart, that face, that soul,
who you perceive to be me?
It's not who I see when I look in the mirror.
I throw shadows and doubts at it
to see if it will falter and fade.
But through it all,
that unlikely image remains.
How odd. How wonderful.
Have you ever seen the light of the silvery moon?
Or have you ever tried to understand the phases of it? Try moon gazing on a
clear night in the country, It may be hard to see it through the smog in the
city. Notice the moon's changing shape and appearance, As it waxes and increases
in light...it slowly grows into a perfect round ball in the sky. When it
wanes...it gradually disappears, so there's nothing visible but a thin sliver of
light with a faint silver shimmer. It's beautiful isn't it ? I chose the moon to
inspire me about this mysterious women in my mind .... a woman of powerful
emotions, deeply sensitive and beautifully receptive...her passing moods are
synchronized to the same lunar influences that causes the tides of the ocean to
flow in and out. She has a quiet kind of strength that resembles the deep still
waters of the ocean. Her sensitivity, understanding and compassion creates a
great bridge to the hearts of others, giving them a sense of meaning and
possibility they do not have for themselves. She is able to give herself in such
meaningful ways... her life comes to be defined by the silver light in her heart
forever... she use this light, when all the light inside her has gone out. I
have always loved gazing at the Moon...It's a MYSTERY... so is SHE......
