the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Mountains to Slides

I wish brilliance could come in just a few lines,
Ironically enough, it's tough to keep in mine.
Everything strays, but the mountain still stands
It's taking my breath and giving demands.
To stand is to break,
To bend is an ultimatum,
So the parade becomes a march
Of straight-set eyes and tired backs arched...
But just know by your pain and the white in your hair,
It's a long way down the smooth glide of summer air.

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