Sunday, March 1, 2009

Dreaming of Summer


A vast ocean, a shifting sky,
And winds that blow the ghosts of dreams.
To sit on a clifftop, the sun at your back,
Drifting aimlessly,
Rudderless,
Unemcumbered,
Across a steel-blue sea of possiblities
Is one of lifes great pleasures.

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