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Look towards the sky they told me. So I took their advice and would spend hours studying feminine storm patterns. I charted
the relationships of love's hurricanes that, accidental or not, spawned off seductive tornados, but always became a tropical
depression by mid-week. I was fascinated by lightening; stricken by the way light could strike so quickly, and as I pondered
about dark clouds, thunder echoed thoughts of an after shock.
I tried to bend the horizon to my vertigo beliefs. Though,
while I traveled the skies, I saw endless indigo visions as the atmosphere melted into the ocean. My hope, was to forecast
the passing storms, knowing that eventually, the clouds would disperse and reveal to me the stars in broad daylight. THe moon
would then be back to its original form, a second sun. This event had been prophesized, and over time came to be true. It
was magnificent! The eart had never seen such a sight. I suddenly knew, all past weather had lead to this moment, as everlasting
altered my minds climate and I was carried away on wind's wings of change.
I've come to realize the passion of being
caught in the rain, waiting, and watching a storm fade. For its during the downpour of life that lightning strikes like clarity.
I was struck. THe volts of divinity directly affecting my view of the Son. While your love moved the moon, that was soon to
eclipse my emotions.
This was proven to me, by seeing the bluest eyes in the skies of my lifetime: Our destiny is written
in the stars, and we have yet to create our own Galaxy.
...Recently I"ve launched satellites around heaven, brightening
your reflection and transmitting my dedication....
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