2010-02-03 - 8:48 a.m.

On the Other Side

There's more than an ocean between us now:
A sea of little white lies,
A sea of choices
That led to seperate lives.
Our own ark and covenent
Destroyed by dull existence.

Candescent reflections:
There is still something alive
In our vast sea,
Shimmering phosphorescent,
Nimble fingers agitate the surface
Setting the magick aglow.

Words like toy boats
Pass from shore to shore.
Aloft in these vessels,
The lovers we once were.
Existing still on the shore,
The lovers of those words.

(Sometimes it's enough
Just knowing you're still there.)

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