Far across the bay I can see lights
I wonder if they can see mine
High in the heavens a moon
It wonders if it’s wandered too far
My solitude is the salty air
My lungs fill my heart with reverberations
Of things I once did
Birthed of rippling waves
Fed a diet of syncopated music
And set to toe-tap from one end of the country to the other
Noises have brought me here
Where I can sit in silence
Moon above, paying me no heed
Here, ideas form slowly
A twinkling star vanishes
And the rooster waits to crow
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Far Across The Bay I Can See Lights
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