well i remember hearing giggles bubble like the stream over swimming stones, and you were smiling and spinning, dancing past the problems that life forced you to own. and we were nervous the rest of the world might not be saved, here in our haven, heaven's secrets given names. and you were the greatest of all that i had seen, an impossible moment of life that's rarely claimed. and all our friends were there watching us step through trees, and all the doorways they thought closed, places they never believed were just lying on the other side of experiencing something new. well the sun burned bright orange, and red and yellow and purple and green, like a kaleidoscope of color, something we could never have seen if we were busy worrying about the future instead of enjoying the vivid, wild scenes; well i wonder what it means. well our colors are yellow like sunlight, and purple and splashing like rain, our colors are green like the life that surrounds us, in this shifting terrain; because we are a vibrant piece of the picture, stirring it up into dynamic waves, of life and love and furniture, pieces of passionate existence, described by the experience instead of names.
This is fabulous. What a writer you are! Please post more One niggling little complaint ... be careful with your end-of-line punctuation. I got a little confused in a few places.
