we are an angels fingertips caressing a grand piano slow and deep. the moment when sky and ground meet, the longing in it all, that is we. The answered, watching those who still dream seek, praying they find this peace, so rare its talked of as if a myth or if its one of the careless one talking carelessly, not knowing these words have power. But i feel it real, if not, ive died long ago and God craddles me. To know this is to know another more then you know your self and love as such, to fall forword without worrie, to approch life without caution, to remember, and not have to reminesse.