in webs of moonbeam shines
adrift
the tiller dreams
no more
beached on some ethereal shore
the signs
the broken souls ignore
now rolling home
to sand safe beaches
left to slowly
ponder
on the hand that heaven never reaches.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
in webs of moonbeam shines
adrift
the tiller dreams
no more
beached on some ethereal shore
the signs
the broken souls ignore
now rolling home
to sand safe beaches
left to slowly
ponder
on the hand that heaven never reaches.
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