Tuesday, December 13, 2011

On the ship...

Family tree
Texture like sun
Lay me down

Searching for bones from the past
Two distant lands
Soul memories of how it used to be
Still between us

Look to the moon and fly to her
Luna, he calls her
Always glowing silently in the night
She smiles reflecting his light

Forever forward facing
She never turns her back
Just from this past
That never was
See me within

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