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My purple skies set off with yellow clouds loft by
over waves crashing with their inhale/exhale.
The tickle of winds wash over
and whisper to mulitcolored trees.
How vibrantly the moonbeam burns
away all cautious sanity.
I half-wish to never leave.
But, alas, real life comes buzzing
not in the musical of these viloin bees
but in my school time alarm.
Please, just five more minutes
in this fantasy I weave.
My ears still know the not
yet ending slyph's song.
Their haunting mermaid voices lulling me
back to my nitetime voyage.
Wake me at the day's end
so I may excuse myself back there again.
 Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |
