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Feb 2012
I’m blue, unfeeling, bathing in haze
A lonely vision on the edge of the surf
And in the edge of my gaze
I’m not sure what they are
Wispy ellipticals foam over the
Dancing crystal surface
Are they eyes?

It seems like they’re staring
At the salt as it glistens on my face
Weaving my fate with jerky glances
As uncertain as my entranced heart

I can’t see the color or
The washed out one they
Used to be
I don’t know if I love or
Hate their mesmerizing glance or
If I hope to break their faded edges,
Lines

The waves whisper and
Wishes of moments where I knew their beautiful hue
Crash back into my mind

Shhh. . .
The waves put a finger to my lips

I know what color I wish they were. . .
Autumn
It was autumn and the ocean waved goodbye. . .
seems almost prophetic now. . .
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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