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I look up at the rays that have befallen me. I sense the dark embrace of life
and I smile.
The cycle of life encircles us all; love comes back around. I feel the warmth of the sun
as it tans my skin
and I ponder this.I must find the secret of the moment. I must grasp the love I see in your eyes
and I will.
Chuckles on my face, sand under our toes
and I feel our energy.

What is it that you want? How do you search for it?
Will you find it?
Blood rages through me, electricity on your fingertips
and the sun beats down.

Glass walls of love, atmosphere of depth
and we grasp the moment cause now it's gone, feel that?
Take a stroll to the cave with me. Watch the reflection of the seagulls approaching cause heaven is on earth
and that's the whole point. Been there?

I really don't care what they think. God knows they can't find it
and that's not my problem.
This island is our unconscious, the backyard of yesterday
and my you have an active imagination.

Remember the shenandoah river some years ago, the hike past the waterfall
and the kiss?
Underworlds of the sun are in your eyes this morning, come with me
and taste the shadows.

I feel a slight breeze. I smile at the days to come
and I know that sometimes I will walk alone along the paths of life but
this
does not bother me.
I think I have captured an irony. I had felt this day a long time ago
and now it becomes clear.

This is where the enchantment is, you didn't think that I knew this?
This journey we are on started a long time ago. Didn't it?
The landscape of the subjective starts here. The spells of the daylight sky are divine
but you know this, don't you? How could you know this?

I am glad I waited for this, I knew it would come,
eventually.
Even though you and I are not allowed, even though I stole you,
even though your love is boundless.

I love poetry and I love how we feel. I will capture this for you in a maxim
and bottle it.
A dream is a judge that sits on the throne of man, pairing visions of love with proverbs
and tossing the message in a bottle to bounce upon the waves far out away from shore in hopes that someone will one day find it.

Artifex of nature, script of androgyny, symmetric incantation,
and two long island ice tea's to go please.
Seems this undertoe of libido within the texture of the water will not let me repose
and how could you possibly feel the heights of this passion with me so well?
The waves are tall and the sun has counted our minutes, we will break for the camp soon
and after this day sets in our memories you know what will happen.

We cannot capture one another but we can hold each other. The vicarious starts with the subjective
and each day starts when I open my eyes.
I sware I'll show you light, just breathe deep
and walk with me now.