the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


Floorboard creaks were footprints in wet sand,
Eroded but still familiar
These awkward steps are so dissimilar.
One foot drags another through the past
That digs a moat for the castle built into the clouds.
Your head is still in the clouds.
Lightning strikes and it all turns to glass;
Now I can see this had always been your plan.
You said, "Come down, love.
There is a place where we can say it all began."
And it all started with your hand.
The most timeless connection
Since the oceans met the land.

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