Sun-showers. The peak of a crescent moon
hovers over the artists’ chaos
of a sailor’s sea.
Major notes, minor notes, unfold their ties
together. You only half-remembered
your theme song, of a lighter measure.
Visualize my voice. I’ll be your north-
star, your soft-serve heartbeat,
your coral-scented island-mind.
04.14.2010
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