Tuesday, December 11, 2007

i wish i could write like this;

Beyond power lines and busy lives is churning water that has
consumed the bodies and swallowed the lives of unsure saints in an infinite
baptism. Standing on the rocks at the edge of the sea, you see an ancient
cathedral where sky and water touch. Its stained glass windows flicker through
the mist. Under the moon, it transmits the sound of one thousand lovers sighing;
floating to you like a silk wall. The tapestry of sound flattens the waves and
approaches you, until it wraps itself around you, kissing your skin. In the
moonlight, you are protected. You are a lover. It is the most beautiful moment
ever lived. Monolithic guitars swell to heavenly apogees then crash to the
sands. Undulating baselines move mountains, changing the landscape like wounded heartbeats. The drums of ancient rituals pray for relief. Cymbals twinkle as stars in a universe newly created. These are the visions and moments that define priva.



well, what are you waiting for?
go.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

wow. That's all i can say.
" Under the moon, it transmits the sound of one thousand lovers sighing;
floating to you like a silk wall." i loved this part!
and for your information, you can write like this jord. =)
toodles and hugs
Sam
(oh and thanks for the comment! i'm glad i made your day! =D and thanks i like my picture too!!! =) )