Wish You Were HereThere is still some love left in me on these hot days when the wind loses it's color and I have not a word to say on night like this in all it's wonder. I still hope and dream for a love that time will lie down and be still for, in all it colors and beauty with a flute to play in the open air that is so crystal clear that the Earth itself glows from within. The nights are full of stars that what is one more to toss into the blackness, that in the night light is everywhere in a circle where skaters dream in their slides across rinks that end where the sky touches the buildings that reach for it. It is this that tucks itself into my
To the SeaThe red currents turn sweet in the warm breeze that fills the light of crystal sea in the twilight of all things beautiful. The wind blows and black swirls with silver to the sliver of moon that moves with the emotion of the clouds and stars smiling on those who believe in themselves and wishes made years ago on something so small that could not come true, but is always there, a promise for a twilight of all things beautiful. In that twilight all things are there in the mist waiting to be seen, crystal and illusive. There the sea is there called up after the storm, leaves float in as jewels and the air itself holds a feeling of your
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