And we lay in the sand
searching the stars to the answers in our minds.
Laughter overtakes the sense of guilt
and giggles circle within the air.
The waves whisper none sense with every crash,
which don’t fool the depths of our minds.
We are here, now in the moment in time,
and only for this moment.
Two lost souls, not yearning sleep
nor knowledge nor time.
The sand is the only reality
to the soon lost memory
of this kindred broken moment.
© 2007 Mistress Shadow
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