by Tomorrow's Man
March 01, 2003
"Give Me forty words," He said; "Give Me forty words, and I will give you the vase for the flower of your heart."
"I dreamt of a halo around the moon," I told Him, "it expanded to include the sun. A veil of velvet formed over the Earth, bathing my face in a shroud of life. I spoke the names of seven angels. The angels then spoke my name. Now I am the halo."
He smiled. "That was 48." He said.
"I know. But haloes and flowers are worth far more."
He paused. "Then a vase you shall have." He said, dissipating; "A vase for the flower of your heart."