The rosy glow just off the sun
(how many shades of green are there?)
makes it difficult,
even when i'm driving,
not to stare off into far horizons
or castles mad of dreams
Elevators or escalators
won't take you where i've been...
In the long ago remembered,
in the shadow of good intentions
lies the answer overlooked
and have you booked passage
to you Sea of Tranquility?
Save a spot for me,
i'll be there by and by...
Found the fog
where the river meets the lake
from the torrential rains
No rocks on which to stand,
many things in the water
had once been on land
Beer cans at my favorite pond,
some fools were here
but now they're gone
The quiet returns,
the dew sparkles...
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