The lunar sky reflected in a chlorine horizon
A boy with his girl in a boat
He sells his life and his vision
She writes it into her own
The mermen play their gilded trumpets
The quiet stars behold their growing love
Such youth a detriment to greatness
Their bursting hearts a proof for more
Dark men seek to scavenge
And Evil spirits long to suppress
Their love’s birth threatened by salty sands
Their purpose lost in the tides of briny sea
Swift, Alight to the Begetter
Quicken to the flint of the moon
A child’s heart awaits with soft whispers
Cool pillows for weary eyes and souls
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It's me again! Thanks for visiting my blog :) My little boy's almost 2. I want to ask you a few questions about your blog (are you wanting to advertise on here?)...and i want yo ask you about Dooce :) maybe we could e.mail?? love this poem...do you write a lot? keep it up.
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