Wednesday, March 16, 2011

port fairy river secrets...

sleep, a wishful dream, absent in this stilled and star dusted night.
constellations of thoughts fill my weary head.

waves chanting, rolling messages along this silver river.
passing me by, purging into the mist.

bubbles of musical delight floating by,
sifting through my fingers again and again.

lifting her tiny head as moonlight exposes 
remnants of yesterdays magic, marking her beautiful face....

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