Full Of Grace

// Filed under: Life on Monday September 05th 2005, 9:44 am

From 1200 miles across the Tasman she writes, her fingers not always on time, but always delightful. Confusion and intrigue envelop me in alternation - there is something greater going on in these conversations than I can fathom. Back and forth we twirl, an issue skirted, a smiling parry.

Something sits, out of focus, in the background. Behind the words it looms; I can’t see the details, but I know it’s important. I sense she knows more about it than I do; that perhaps she’d like to share. But I don’t dare ask, for while I may give of myself easily, others need more time.

But, perhaps it is all in my head.

Perhaps I read too deep into things.

In the meantime, the music is beautiful, and the night ever young.

And I’d love to keep dancing.

// 2 Comments

2 Comments »

1. The amzing bald guy says:

   September 7, 2005 at 12:09 pm

   Wow!… thats all i can say.

2. Gussy says:

   September 12, 2005 at 5:14 pm

   Wow, sounds like fun.

Comments Closed

Since this blog is now closed, the comments sections is also closed. If you would like to contact me, please email me or visit my new blog at http://www.notsounwashed.com. Thanks!

© 2007 Tim Colwill. All rights reserved. More information. Valid XHTML/CSS.