leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary

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me and you

You and me in a splintery boat,
holding hands,
splashing whisper ripples
onto sands.
Making lives out of the time between tides.
Washing our fingers in blue.

Painted times and softer ties,
never set us on journeys so brave.
We are marching,
me and you,
we two,
to quiet silver destinies
and sand beneath our feet.

Breathing in and holding tight
to all that's brave in darkest night.
Loved, and loved, and loved,
beaten into being
by courageous paper wings.

You and me in broken skies,
of lushest green and a thousand things,
bent at zero degree.
We are the altogether,
and the light.
Holding hands in fearless flight.

1:41 p.m. - September 07, 2004

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