Saturday, October 27, 2012

A light distance


I'll see again
The same glow
If it's a rare light
The day is breaking
Or its root is misleading me
I think it's passing me to tomorrow
I get sea-frothed while transcending 
Both the red and gold
I hope to everything white there
At the posts where life's mischief ambushes
I turn back
My crooked road, your curves I'm following
And I'll arrive


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