There is a time and a presence. Poem here:
There is a time and a presence and a feeling without sound. There is a breath in the distance and a wind that blows through minds of likeness forever truely unbound.
Your feeling is just a lucid memory to me now. I can't seem to redeem the quality of your nature. I try and resist. It's too profound. Our wave lengths become feathered. They meet in undulating landscapes where intense infatuation mingles with encrypted pleasentry. There is a bliss in divurgent woods. A recombination of ever evolving half heard truths. Historically speaking my syntax is in error and I am forever unstuck in love with your ways. - Hiel Leslie Van Campen III - August 19th 2009http://www.hvc3dream.com
