Friday, April 01, 2005

For Kristy and Isabella, my wife and kid (2003)

the dream of magic

that dream of seeing a ufo

of finding a cure for cancer

of wrestling with an angel

of having a talk with god

that dream

those dreams

mean nothing

when i hear you laugh

explode with the river

of your youth

reflecting the sun and

becoming a rainbow

of kisses

and smiles

on the peachy cheeks

on the miracle of our love

who giggles back at you

with music from both of our souls

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