warm falls from a mesh of welkin grays and blues
as a warm summer sun bends day around noon
and paradise is a balmy trade-wind
whispering distance like eternal resonations
reaching past forever
calling tomorrow by names of yesterday
yet tropical trees sway in slow bliss
having never known times far from the sun
my forever my never
(c)05/03/Michael
as a warm summer sun bends day around noon
and paradise is a balmy trade-wind
whispering distance like eternal resonations
reaching past forever
calling tomorrow by names of yesterday
yet tropical trees sway in slow bliss
having never known times far from the sun
my forever my never
(c)05/03/Michael