Blue Skies

August 23, 2011
As the wind flows by
Like new born waves
Of a clear blue sky
And the sun disappears over the horizon
We sit
Under the moons first light
Upon the clear blue watter
We lay on the shore
Of the motionless watter
As our eyes lock
Walking to the dock
I position to one knee
With my hand raised high
I will ask you
Too be with me till our
Sand in the hour glass
Turns to ash
And taken
By the winds
On a clear blue sky

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