An orange globe will rise tomorrow
and set again in it's cycle of light
darkness warms the flesh
of dormant dreams
and words left unsaid

From the eye of each fish
that swims the length of the tide
the ocean has drawn curtains
borders that encase the new day

Running for the time
Pleasing to the current
steadily pleasure is attained
with dreams they are diluted
dessicated from a thirst
a quenching desire for more

More than the waves that ripple
from the twist of the torso
the skim of a dorsal fin
the time is nigh
the sky is how high
with eyes closed
we shall remain
and lie

supine but supported
desire flushed with
the moving pressure
the current of a cool wind

tomorrow we shall swim
from one end to the next
and tomorrow will certainly end
like yesterday and today
the world as it turns
the world is our friend

04/20/2002

Posted on 04/20/2002
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