The sting of wet salt,
Swimming in a sea
Of already concentrated lakes and wells.
Streaming water over the edge,
recreating Victoria's Falls.
The blurred silhouette,
Of my lover, I presume,
Against the morning's rise,
or the sun's set.
or the Golden Gate's.
Cast a shadow in my memory,
Foggy as the distanced lagoon
Like the view of the land,
through teary eyes,
or a fogged monocle.
Take a trip inside my mind as I share timely insights, musings, and perspectives on life, love, and everything in between.
17 April 2012
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