?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Before | After

And he said...

I'm currently sitting in Melbourne Airport (Gate Lounge number 4) waiting for my flight to board, and I'm on the intermanet thanks to the ever wonderful ozisim. She's lent me her mobile broadband for a while, to test drive it out.

I'll be on piecemeal over the Christmas break, so I just thought I'd take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

Now I know that some of you out there don't do "the Christmas thing". However, to me, Christmas is all about one thing: family. You guys are my family, even though we don't share any blood (baring accidents, that is), so I wish you all lots of love anyway.

Have fun, and stay safe.

Comments

( 1 comment — Leave a comment )
mobdrazhar
Dec. 24th, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC)
just have yourself a safe and wonderful trip. *hugs*
( 1 comment — Leave a comment )

Latest Month

July 2016
S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
24252627282930
31      

Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

Page Summary

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Teresa Jones