close your eyes...
Dec. 31st, 2001 11:22 am...and humour me for a moment.
Hold your cupped hands out in front of you, and imagine that I'm filling them. I'm pouring light and warmth into your hands, I'm giving you tangible joy; as much as you can hold, and more. It's a golden stream, liquid sunlight, love and home and so much beauty that it almost makes you cry. And it's yours, now, yours alone to do with as you wish.
What are you going to do with it?
Tell me. No peeking, now; I want your answer before you read mine. It's important to me.
( my choice... )
Hold your cupped hands out in front of you, and imagine that I'm filling them. I'm pouring light and warmth into your hands, I'm giving you tangible joy; as much as you can hold, and more. It's a golden stream, liquid sunlight, love and home and so much beauty that it almost makes you cry. And it's yours, now, yours alone to do with as you wish.
What are you going to do with it?
Tell me. No peeking, now; I want your answer before you read mine. It's important to me.
( my choice... )