Saturday, December 15, 2007
with the lights down low, the illuminated sky reflects the fresh glistening snow on the ground. a rich mellow saxophone leading the steps of the snowflakes in their graceful moves as they gently fall onto the ground...tree sways with the melody of the heart. a melody full of sentimental emotions swell up like a gust of cold wind. it's sharp, it's strong. it penetrates. it seeks, it yearns, it desires. a heart so fragile that cannot be frightened by the devouring wind...so fragile yet so beautiful, so beautiful like a broken vase that shines from within. in a frightful night it stands. it stands not because it's strong but it is cherished. in the sharp wind, it finds warm.