Wednesday, August 29, 2007

By the Water's Edge

Sitting alone on a deck of wood
Lay below a pool of ocean flood
Night's rays iridescent tinkling unruly
Promising something that they're never truly
A day of light, a night of less
Shadows uncovering our hopelessness
Moon makes peace with darkness toiled
But nothing brightens the dreams they soiled
Offering hope to whomever would dream
Upon a deck overlooking a stream

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