The sky beneath the water's edge
The ocean of light above my head
I stand ashore among my kind
And they listen to the rustling
of my mind.
I dreamt a day pleasantly passed
Two distant friends were joined at last
But time reversed, came yestermorning's sun
Destiny slipped and time
came undone.
The unlived days we wonder about
Pass over us like the shadows of clouds.
I stand ashore among my kind
And they listen to the rustling
of my mind.
Irrational Planet - a blog with an eccentric orbit
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