Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Oh, How Time Flies

Let us whisper all we know: You live in exile upon a rolling sea. I have lured many to the rocks.

I'm leaving for Virginia Friday afternoon. On Sunday, I'll come home to you.

You live in exile upon the dark ocean. I know. I know it.

You don't need the harbor anymore. I see with diamond eyes.



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