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[MASSIVELY PROFOUND]
THE MUSIC AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO IT SO IF YOU MISS IT YOU MISS OUT...
http://youtu.be/IgsoJtNscyQ
As a man looks to the darkened sky where the stars hang in suspension and seem to grow in number as his eyes adjust to the pure light...
As he takes her hand and talks to her of infinity and the scientific fact that we are looking at thousands of years ago and the universe shines milky...
Her voice reminds him of biblical stories of love... Songs of Solomon and Makeda and he tells her of new beginnings and old endings that never really seem to stop being...
He is illuminated in her luminescent glow and his strength grows from the spectrum that she elicits... Pain fading away as she smiles and leans into him and inhales of the opium that he bathes in... He sniffs at her roots and remembers his place in the grand scheme of things and finds comfort in the pressure as she leans into him...
His tiny oasis in the desert of mens lives as the sand threatens to swallow the truth whole...
A drink of her cooling water to sate the demanding thirst...
His voice saved by the fluidity of her grace as it washes across the dehydrated strands of his vocal chords...
He opens his mouth to speak and it is the roar of the lion... The shrill sound of the siren... The angels choir... The masses fall silent...
Where once emptiness, trees and grass grow... A cooling wind blows... Life has been restored...
In the midst of difference they have found common ground...
The constellations are witness on a dark winter night.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
