Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Some Lovely Memory Stuck

There was a time to think you could've
Gone that extra mile to the fair
Away down the frozen aisles

Between the river and the field
For the flair to sport
I couldn't think of one thing finer
Than your watery gold dripping
through my fingers

A night so capped with yearning for the next
Atop a sunken ship
So full of stars & stops

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