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Monday, September 10, 2012
An endless amount of sun
An endless amount of sun
On a road that ribbons
Across the curvature
The future is hidden
Past the silent forest
Tall grasses in blonde sand
Lead us to the water
And the end of dry land
Line stretching from south to north
Line stretching from south to north
Sails setting in the west
Blue sky meets blue water
With waves that trough and crest
And blue clouds tipped in white
Are still as tethered boats
On a calm sea of sky
And summer air they float
Saturday, September 1, 2012
All the things I have lost
All the things I have lost
Must be in the same place
Somewhere I haven’t looked
All gone without a trace
I know I can’t find them
Entire things and fragments
They’re not made of iron
And I’m not a magnet
Diagonal rain clouds
Diagonal rain clouds
Above the straight corn rows
One yellow butterfly
Amongst the big black crows
I’m in the here and now
But one day, I’ll think then
Of this moment in time
That happened way back when
The moon in the morning
The moon in the morning
Slowly sets in the West
Transparent in daylight
At last it comes to rest
And the stars are long gone
They’re hiding in the blue
The sun is coming up
All perfectly on cue
I turned a corner and
I turned a corner and
Found a new direction
I didn’t know it happened
There was no indication
Out of an accident
I have new ways to see
I look back and wonder
At how this came to be
I wish I had a flare
I wish I had a flare
Or my own flag to wave
To signal that I’m here
Requesting to be saved
I’m counting lonely days
How can my voice be heard
Where there’s no echo from
These silent written words
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