Thursday, March 22, 2007

Paradise

Miles can take a toll on the best of us.
So give me grace
as I work it out.

Don't guess me.
I'm on the way up.

You can take my water.
And I'll swim against the cold tide.
I will reach the warm sands.
And your body.

You are the island I landed on.
The truth.
Reality.

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