I have just one request- move your hair from you face so that what little inspiration remains may grace me in a place too far from grasping hands turning like windmills on a drowning man. Inspire me. Light me on fire. She is beauty. She was all my eyes could handle. She is the sea and I was a fish flopping just off her shore. Surely we must be sure about our dreams about our aspirations about the sun and clouds about a passing thought about a fictionalized memory about you and about my own shortcomings. Sure about the future sure about cakes and tea sure about eternity sure about certainty. Wave at me as I pass in a car heading to some other source of life- pray we wont wreck. The seven sisters bloom at dusk; their passion exploding in my veins. Forgive, but dont forget. Forget, but dont let me know.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 19:49:04 +0000
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