Monday, May 10, 2010

Hazey Crescent Creek

Shadows break off upon the hard rock scattered on the airy beach
As the moon witnesses the silence and the humming of the summer breeze
An unfinished song behind the curtains of the sleeping sea
... Awaiting deliverence ...awaiting liberty

A frozen gaze ..still pupils ..with reflections of dormant stone
Uncharted land ..where no man ..But I ..would care to be
There upon the sea ..beneath the moon ..within a dream
... on edge ...yet so sirene

Discovery ..maybe ..or perhaps ..it seems ..this is not were i ought to be
In a hammock swinging from the Palmtree
Maybe ..or perhaps ..I could be ..or ought to see
My sanctuary eroded by the sea

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