the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Closer for the Strangers

The morning silhouetted a friendly toast,
The evening charred black on the eastern coast.
Glasses were held not in celebration,
But to make it out of focus, to see the bigger picture
Made by the light smeared from morning to night.
The rain pressed against my face
As I rolled on through the night,
Every care had been abandoned
We are reckless, but united,
With hope we'll be alright.

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