Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Anything is possible.
A Josie smile as the dark clouds thunder
And clap lightening towards the amethyst
Waters in which smiles are often born.
The gift is a shell of who I was,
Listening to the emotions spewed out
As hands clasp together in prayer.
Expressed concerns and deep red lips,
A concerto unlike any symphony ever hummed.
I miss the rose of her cheeks, and the silk of her smile.
In the evening when the night bounces
Silhouettes off the walls, I drape myself
In the moon's shimmery light.
The shore spews it's hate, leaving notes
Of regret, we can only run away, discard
Love and perchance dream, the impossible dream.
1-24-11
And clap lightening towards the amethyst
Waters in which smiles are often born.
The gift is a shell of who I was,
Listening to the emotions spewed out
As hands clasp together in prayer.
Expressed concerns and deep red lips,
A concerto unlike any symphony ever hummed.
I miss the rose of her cheeks, and the silk of her smile.
In the evening when the night bounces
Silhouettes off the walls, I drape myself
In the moon's shimmery light.
The shore spews it's hate, leaving notes
Of regret, we can only run away, discard
Love and perchance dream, the impossible dream.
1-24-11
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Anything is possible.
Anything is possible.
