one thing. one place.
subtle dreams- whispers lingering. adrift
seashell princess. shooting stars.
and a voice like a buttefly misfit.
on the edge of oblivion.
waves battering disasters. tomorrow creeping.
as the sunlight sillhouette- tip.toes over
the borders and boundries. sleeping
under star-splashes. misty moonlight
and the night says goodbye.
intent on interest. oblivious seems best
when the silence beams with
the leftovers of the cosmos.
eyes like blue flame- the water plays tricks
when existance is left in awe.
all feeling weightless. it's always about
tonight.
with one hand. and one mind.
the sand like stardust. lingering behind.
wandering this coastal land. searching for one time.
and time is endless.
in this moment.
one thing.
and all was left breathless.
© 2006 Jon Rodgers
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