tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117567002011-04-21T11:56:36.190-07:00Quiet moments between midnight to first lights, i can hear the sound of your breath hiding beneath the wind. Lamp black silhouettes of mango trees outside my bedroom window remind me of nights before, caught between halfway mornings, knowing that nothing could be more longing and beautiful than this.john ianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03586270125835095607noreply@blogger.comBlogger01100