Ejecting the Tape
Deserted islands Reflected in a moonlit bay. The turquoise holiness of two blue Heartbreaking eyes, Whose deep twinkling Once groped paradise gay. But now, a wisp of hot steam, Unsheathes a broken heart sighed gray. Lay no complaint for the blame game Tiny continuous interlocking rivulets, Trace gently ribbons across my pitted plain, Feeling invisible fingers from the grave, Rheumatoid arthritis and gnarled as useless fodder Fall my tears she shan't not save. Colors bend in water from light, 'This too shall pass' into rainbow.Sorry so glum. Just letting some hard times out. It's really hard to be logical right now. Written December 1st, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 04:13 PM PST, Timothy G Cameron 0 • 1
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"Deserted islands ..."