keep your eyes closed love.

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                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
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                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

I open my Microsoft Word,
Click on the last line and type.
But what do I type?
I don't know.
It's like a mystery of mine.

When the sun scorched the sand,
I went to Henry’s Island.
The winter came and left the shore
Spring was for a while and then no more
The rains beat the shingled beach
The soothing autumn was within reach.
Yet I spurned these tempting seasons
Couldn’t persuade myself with good reasons
To visit the island in fairer weather
And landed on it in the harshest summer!
The sands bit my feet like burning coal
The beach seemed alone without a soul
To the distant horizon my eyes could gaze
A fishermen’s boat hung in the haze.
The red ***** though found it a fun
To come out of hole to bathe in the sun
When I was close they were quickly gone
The beach was alive and I wasn’t alone.
The seagulls skimmed the waves for fish
The sea was all mine like in the dreamiest wish
Placing all her beauties at only my command
Gifting me a glorious summer at Henry’s Island.

Longing for the innocence
     The world lost,
               Eroded by regardless
                              Metaphors.


We were brighter than
      The stars now we ponder
Every moment as if we
               Can't respond to emotion.

Are we doing slowly,
         But don't care.

I want the world to see through
A child's eyes, and see
        that we aren't lost.  
We've just got a little misdirected.

Gazing within
I see only misdirection.

I'm at a crossroads of
                                Self.


But I want to go in two
           Directions.
      
So here I am looking at
        The sunset.
      As the moon rises.

And realise that every direction
          Is one I can take.
    I just have to take my time.

Life is a poem
Of metaphors
     And accidental
Speling mistakes.

But what is life if we don't learn.

Tattoo lullabies
     Carress my flesh.

Each singing still
Moments of reflection.

I'm a book of pictures,
     Static and pained upon.

But we all heal, and I'm proud
       Of the story my ink tells.