December 2, 2001

  • I just met the most beautiful girl so awesomely in love.  But not with me.  Her heart’s passion abounds romantically unconstrained for the lover she awaits—the one she hasn’t yet seen.  The sun shines, the heart shines—‘tis only a golden eternity.


    How long should one wait for love?  How many young hearts waiting for their white knights on golden steeds have gown old without ever planting, yet never abandoning the seed of dreams?


    Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to w-o-r-…to w-a-r… to love we go.


    How can I so see everything and feel so much, yet remain untouched?  You’d recognize me as the fool on the hill, if I were on the hill , but I’m not.  I’m living, breathing, jumping, running, flying…sailing through this world of immensities, some intimately heartfelt, many otherwise, seemingly forever tangential to love’s torrent outpour of consuming finality.


    I am the fool never seen.

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