22 June, 2008

All Things Red

Why do I fret like this,
letting everything consume me like a fire?

I remember the all too pleasant past,
shattered for the future.

Stop you fretting; I have a plan You say.
A plan more beautiful than compare.

Just wait. Hold my hand. Cling on tight.
It's going to be a bumpy ride, but its worth the wait.

1 comment:

kerri said...

i looove this!! (and you!) :o)