Thursday, September 21, 2006
Loving the wrong, right person.
(Word given by Marra, life given by Etain, and narrator YOU)
He might be there so silly and weird, so different and perfect. His hair might be over grown undercut and way to flimsy. She might be wacky and she might be crazy, she talks of far off places of spaces not seen by man. All stare at them in awe as they pass them by. She wears flowers in her hair, he mumbles to himself. She dances in the street the rain wash them down. They seem like hippies free love, free for all. But deep with in them is the secret of love. You think you are allowed to stare, you think your so much better, and you are no one in their perfect world. Just a passer-by on a busy street! You are so tight your life so stale, when last did your man/woman make you cry when you made love (the pleasure, the power the perfection of your love). Yes I taught so much; too feel the passion, the power the pleasure is not allowed in your world.
They laugh, they cry, they play, they pray. Together in harmony they are perfect in love, perfect in life.
That is what makes their loving the wrong right person everlasting.