slowly, so slowly we grow to become... masque of acceptance for what has gone before
even as the twilight caresses each day.. clinging, huddled against the night, huddled against the might of a million stars each holding a secret of yesterday.. casting shadows in blackness, laughing, mocking..so certain we will not fight... kicking screaming we run, chase the dawn, hands locked like puzzling childrens games, never to part..yet never to fit quite right again... we run, chase the dawn of a silent absolution...

mar 1999