Thursday, January 22, 2009

Vainty in a Small Pond in the Universe

The sun swings in to view
I pause and the gloom ceases to exsist
This is a fermata meant to be held

My eyes glow and try to absorb it
Gold dances across your face
Shadows fall like brush strokes across your cheek
Each eye with a halo of lashes

Our faces warmed
The sea provides vanity
The suns reflection
In a mere pond in the universe

The last rays shine like amber
You and I sit by the sea
Trapped and transfixed
We breath in the last warmth

Bid adieu
As the sky washes in to the original impressionist water color

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