Ship ride of the senses
By Dale
The men who enter the journey ships, As they kiss the faries wet lips. A quest for the women of thier dreams, Everything is real and as it seems. The ship sails into a darkened night, Drifting towards the redened twilight. A journey for the senses and mind, Within this trip there is no time. The visions seen are unclear but pure, Part of this trip we must endure. When the trip comes to an end, Within ourselves we find a friend. The journey is long before its done, It is an end to being young. By: Dale Copywrite 2002 Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 12:09 PM PST 0 • 13
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