  Where there're eagles that soar on high lands occupied by inhabitable mountains iced and blue from its sparkles freezing the sky in a quiet zone. This land of fragrant pines touch the brown earth's wondrous floor as the heavily pregnant ocean gives life to its child sending salt and wind of her waters for a redolent fertile soil.
This land, and the sky, and the seas of earth's bounty find the garden in my soul for your love has brought them to what was unknowingly surreal. My corrupted polluted heart stopped its thunderous beat from the moment the windows on the house of my being unhurriedly, leisurely, though tensely be unlocked and found sight of you. - originally written in February 2004 
