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Philip Matthew Magcalas when. where the earth and the air meet and mingle with the sky, where the edge of the beauteous evening washes over the setting ribbons of the sun, where the gentle foliage rustles with laughter, tickled by the feathers of wind that sing through it, and the stars, flickering like delicate flame, sigh as they glide across the engulfing quilte of approaching night, where the tedious single days melt into one blissful existence, and cool, crisp blades of dewy viridian grass crinkle between our toes, and life - pure life whispers in our ears songs; o songs that swim through our minds and melt like honey over inefficacious branches of worrisome thought, where the streams of light from the earth's celestial canopy ripple off the liquid crystalline river that trickles off the cliffs of reality into our world, scattering into perfect spheres of aqua-silver throughout our infinity, where our hungry eyes feast on the sight of flawless mountains and forest - river carved perfection, where we can taste the true contentment that lingers sweetly on our tongues, where the lightly gusting breath of the clouds softly caresses our faces as i bask in the warmth of your soul, when we drown in the blissful ambrosia of dreams, here i will meet you. Philip Matthew Magcalas can be contacted at philipm@unr.nevada.edu |