in the morning light
how the ocean behaves
is irrelevant
how the sand measures down
is what i dreamt
the shadows are the depths
across my floor
over the lamp
passed my table
the morning light goes
and sees and murmurs to me
i turn from it
go on about the day
the stillness and quiet lost to me
the mist of dreams and memory
the will of those gone passed
i can't see
the mysteries of a dawning,
come free
true blue baby
14 years ago
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