Beach Notes
The languages are fading. I can borrow them for a time When traveling But when the land becomes a memory So does the song. -- I am disappointed when I forget. I am sad when I remember. I am content when I am here. -- Sometimes you can see the storm coming. Sometimes it rises abruptly from within, The tempestuous grief of heartsongs Never fully sung. -- The clouds come and go Like the gods Whose tears I welcome but Never collect Unless my life depends on it. -- I will have one more day here on earth If you please. If I please. -- Dead stars Gleam through. Songs free Stray here. Dawn fires Burn callow dreams. -- Far along and introspective I deliquesce In roving mists of Memory and returning. Peerless storms scatter The meaning for which I haplessly Hopelessly yearn. -- I cannot be broken by darkness. I cannot be mended with light. Apsara
The apsara hovers in opaline mist As distant thunder rattles dim stars She raises her hand to pursed lips Blowing frangipani petals into viscid air Where they hover momentarily Where they decide to stay forever More stars For the milky ocean of sky.
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