hear_the_morning's_injured_weeping crOwl not a kiss will be lost not a prayer wasted whisper your wish to me as you draw the line between waking and sleep sigh forth your smile i see love, even when you blink even when you turn and close your eyes again. all morning is our healing our attempt to right the wrong to sing the song that the birds do perfectly we try, oh we try. 050506 what's it to you? who go blather from