tidal basin in the wilderness i sketch in the thick air with my words painting grand towers and epic people riding against the forever setting sun grand lives with natural loves like sweet roses loves so deep and true that they defy time itself wondrous lives like fabled stories ever dreamt never lived lives that such willful and swift hearts dream of that such timid dreamers may seek and find only in fragment only in hearts wish but i wonder should such be spoken like treasured gift swimming in the golden rivers of sunlight hill such people cannot exist such lives cannot be truly lived so should words so diligently woven true to meaning be spoken with such bravado so like a drunkard bellowing in mystical theaters so like a fool speaking so loudly of things he cannot conceive so i must set aside my pen and cease its speaking for my heart breaks for the lives i will never live
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 01:15:47 +0000
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