Thursday, August 9, 2007



said six clouds closing in

while perched there pretending

everything assumed was part of this

faint lights brush across your lost lips

the sea breeze sends grains of salted sand

while bending moonbeams stretching their fingers

watching little orange lights wink in the distance

trying to tend to this laughing garden of stars

blaming the morning breeze

for undressing our inspiration

and all the love shining there in your satellite smile

while presently the moon rises

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