January 24, 2011
Dancing with the lightening,
Laughing with the rain,
Forgetting all the rules,
to all of the simplest games.
Skipping on diamond scallop shells,
tanning with the moonlight
Surfing with no feet and
stinging without bites.
I fly without my wings
on precious August night's
Through clouds of pink and orange
and birds who sore to flight.
Sleeping with my eyes wide open,
talking with my smile.
loving with no feeling left and
feeling loved by the mile.
Breathing without oxygen
Sipping tea in July's evening heat
Waves without the foam and
Counting numbers like they're sheep.
Ocean teardrop's without salt
and thunderstorms with no rain.
Sneaking out in morning hours
and falling with no pain.
The best food with no taste,
the comfiest clothes without stitches,
absorbing the stars on my weary skin;
thy sweet emotions are my riches.
The sea current brushes my hair
and the wind does all my make-up.
The sun makes me look beautiful,
and the sand dunes do a touch-up.
Sconset without the one-way streets,
The boardwalk without the ferry.
Mizzentop my Lisa's love,
and Nantucket's finally merry.

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