November Sun

November 9, 2010
Peering Off Into

The Herizon,

At Novembers

Orange Sun.

Two Feet Lie

In Chilly Waters

Where The Tide

And Sand

Become One.

Twenty

Flying

Seagals

Are Storming

Up Ahead.

White

Winter Wings

In The Path

We Had Fled.

Ten

Silver Dollars

Wash Upon

The Shore.

To Remind Me

I'm Not Alone.

That We'd Be

Together

Once More.

Im Not Afraid

For The Sun

Had Brought

A Gift,

Black

And White

Hands

Joined

By Light.

November

With A

Kiss,

To End

The Perfect

Night.





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