Silence except a lap of the waves
the sun going down ever so slowly
thoughts swish through my mind’s eye
a cool breeze kisses my skin.
appreciation of hard work
a tally of sort
no bribe intact
gathered as one
looking into the night sky
stars twinkle so bright
curved light of the crescent moon
thumbnail shines with the tune
Blue skies covered in gray
raging, promising to stay
nurture the fields of dead
adorn in green instead.
The tattered tower of weathered years
Strength and longevity
Stairs to nature’s hideaway
Reality is your fantasy.
Fantasies prosper from dreams
Ring goes the clock on the hour
Tea time in the green meadow
Fortunes sought by the master.
Greetings with masks doned
Eyes smiling from both of us
Humor moves us forward
Nerves nearly worn thin
Greetings wash all fears away
Moments of normal
shadows cast over the field
nothing to protect or shield
crack of lightning, thunder booms
air is changing, darkness looms
As the sun sets with a glow
The light off the ocean bay
Blinds our thoughts
Rays of sunlight glistening.
As we lie on a hill
looking through the sky
trying to see heaven
dreams come to thought.
light reflections shone silver
in the palm of my hand
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