the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, September 21, 2009


Oh, it's such an impossible task
When echoes are meadows,
I lay in the grass.
I took for granted the planted moments
That passed ever so quickly...

I scramble the pebbles along the bank.
Pointing an arrow towards where the sun sank,
A perfect ending.
A perfect bending of light,
The curved around the earth
And birthed joy in my life.
You were a toy for my eyes
That held you like a doll,
Your buttons,
Your stitches,
What a beautiful call.

And all it took were some seeds in the ground
That rooted and raised
That blossomed each day,
That whispered in wind, a soothsayer sound.

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