Friday, April 29, 2005
 
for the traveler...

Theres a black sky outside
Alone with a scotch in my hand
My mind in deep sadness
Top of the hourglass, empty of sand

Hazel eyes and white toothed smile
Where did the hot green days go
Tan legs, bare feet, sand between my toes
Sun blazing down, pulsating yellow

Cooled in the surf of reason



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