Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The early morning rain at a sunset dinner...

"Don't be late".

I would never dare...

The Azure sky,

A gentle aire.

Could a thought on a bench turn into gold?

We"ll see.

Two speakers, set for you and me.

No cloth for the table, but with that said

Much better than anything filling my head.

A doubt that was taken, a thought that took flight.

As the perfect song ended and I kissed you goodnight.

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