If the day was as the day we met every day there would be no need to weep, or talk, so deep. Our eyes were stars aligned with the moon your sorrows spilled in quarter-tones of pain On that pale-lit evening there beside the bay as you were talking I heard the osprey say alone, alone, I sail these waters in hopes of finding one mate, one day. Then as time moved on it was an owl in Pine filled woods hidden in the green hooting for his love. That was before this day, this day when light is loud at dusk I have followed no one here, and I shall leave if I feel I must. I have been in lower places enough to know of highs for the lowest place on earth is where the surf kisses the sky We have one chance to dance, to love, a pittance for our ways but today we have a chance to love for tomorrow we might die. ajs
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 00:27:26 +0000
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