Oct 18, 2011

When We Meet

When we meet,
I know the sky will open,  
splitting the falling stars-- gently,
cloning Sunday inspiration
moping into relaxation, 
sashaying salted lips, 
that stutter I am this-- proudly,

wearing spring made cloth,
pruning myself in safari rays,
stirring about dawn's day,
hording relief until it pains,
patiently, I sigh upon my lie,
until, my soft caress has come.

The sails, I watch at ocean's view
imbued colors-- lovely to, 
behind the nips of moon gaze blue
If one discovers tis true.

The bless-ed steps implore a dream,
the dying journey is now complete,
for my stars are finally free,
as the beauty of love I see!

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