Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Smoked Salmon on Denman Island

I'm taking that slow walk;
Echoing and vibrating,
Thoughts bouncing off needles to the stars.

Do you stare at the same moon I do?
Do you see the sun rise and hold your breathe?
Are you looking as I am?
Are you that distant cloud on the horizon?
Or that creaking floor outside my door?

Alas.....Our paths destined to cross;
A wave set across a long distant sea,
Awaiting smooth white sands.

I move on...

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