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By willtobe1 Date: 2005 Mar 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.14.12.29.20473]] |
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Back out on the porch in the balmy salt air With a wind gently stirring your still damp edged hair We stand at the rail looking somewhere out there Over white-capping seas lit by million-star skies And the pearl-silver glow of a moon soon to rise All reflecting in brightly anticipant eyes That I suddenly find are turned upward to mine And dancing, As if to the tune of a barely heard chime: "Now's the time now's the time now's the time now's the time..." |