THE GATED DAYS
THE GATED DAYS
With crisscrossing thoughts, I raise my face
Toward the healing sun in a bondi blue sky
As the ocean's symphony waves a quiet reply
The memory of our season slides from its place
Within the landscape of our gated days
Lending breezy summers, spilling pink bouquets
Within this space, a gossamer veil dances
Before me, inside a place I've never been
A lingering glimpse of twilight, a faraway violin
Sunlight splashes through our circumstances
Entertaining the mellow afternoons
Sea oats swaying, from sugar white dunes
Fingers of autumn share a face of tranquility
I inhale the dawning of my own clime
Seeing a shadow, in this place, in our time
Nos jours gated
July 12, 2010
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THE GATED DAYS
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