Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Yonder Ponder

When the tide is high and lit
by the moon in a cloudless night;
when atmosphere breathes light,
and the flaring scent sees fit
to overwhelm this man with fright;

when all the world beneath the sea
is swollen covered in a wake;
when each star is wished and spake:
where then shall I be?

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