I write late at night because it is then that my thoughts are unedited, raw. The dark dew of the evening hours brings a silence that is without interruption. It allows my mind to wind through trees in a deep, thick forest, dance on a Tibetan beach by only the fire's light, fly fearlessly among clouds like an eagle, and rest, peacefully, in open fields of green grass.

A rainbow appeared today, catching my eye from afar; in a moment's notice, I was reminded that there is the hope of promises kept. The eye deceives, but the heart is faithful. A pit forms in my gut on occasion for that which is a tease. But pain does not forshadow gain, as the saying argues. Love comes as certain shock, I think...Unexpected and natural. It is effortless in its formation, an inevitable union of souls that can not be predicted.

"Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the swift gazelles and the deer of the wild, not to awaken love until the time is right."