Monday, September 26, 2005

Sea

Salt is a biting wonderful taste
Breathe it deep
It seems to clear all the pollution from my lungs
I stare at the sky and wonder if i can count every star

because i know i can, tonight

The waves rock me to sleep
Like a babe in mothers arms
A kin to the warmth of a body
the glass of rum in my hand

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