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Dear Moon, love Tide Walker

He rose like cherry blossoms from the sea foam

Ancient lover,

cloaked in lustrous salt skin

and long nights

 

I've missed you everywhere

(the night stark in it's demands, we've been alone)

 

I remember

siting, watching, waiting,

pressed up against my car

the daylight slowly swallowing darkness, that makes us aware of right where we are

I stood before the waves and light hues of

mourning (morning)

watching you

p u l l   a w a y  f r o m  m e

in existential sulk

taking every star

 

(small twisted mirrors reflecting speech)

words we said, words we never said

 

It's in these colors, this silent hour where all is wakeful done dreaming

I am Indigo

cresting faint light reaching your skin

telling you

 

I love(d) you the planet full

 

So,

face me, no goer

carved from moon and gravestone

and ride the bottom with me

 

I have nothing but small hands for you

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Oct 25, 2011
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