I'll meet you
there,
at the
horizon,
when the
glowing
orange tip
of god's
pen writes
a sunset
on the
sea.
I'll be soaring free
a seabird
sunset fires
upon my wings.
I'll know you
by the colors
your imagination brings
let's fly awhile
together--
where the clouds
like angels
sing.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 12:09 PM UTC
I'll meet you
there,
at the
horizon,
when the
glowing
orange tip
of god's
pen writes
a sunset
on the
sea.
I'll be soaring free
a seabird
sunset fires
upon my wings.
I'll know you
by the colors
your imagination brings
let's fly awhile
together--
where the clouds
like angels
sing.
You know who you are--
Copyright 2011 by Michael S. Simpson. All rights reserved by the author.
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