8.6.09
She has mermaids that swim in her hair and rosey red apples for cheeks. Her laugh echos in my heart.I'm lying in your bed and looking at photos of flowErs from another land. The sun is setting and there are shadows of the window frame being projected onto the wall with an orange glow. I can hear African music playing from the street and i look to the distance, where i can see you in my mind. As i stop for a second, it hurts. The feeling of you not being next to me. I pick my head up like a unicorn and keep walking, with a gentle knowing that i will be with you again one day. I am an alchemist and i make love from gold, shells and string. I tie each package with precision. I hear a gun shot and thousands of birds enter the sky above me, like the bats that fly from up to down. I can feel the ocean against my skin, i miss those warm nights. Naked swimming with a true love. My shoe laces are tied together and i'm dancing eratically. I can hear the jingle jangle of your bells, the ones you wear on your braclet to let people know that you're coming. Like a small cat. Beautiful and lOving. Enternal light radiates as you enter my space, i open like a flower to the sun and in the evening i rest my dusty, bluebell mind upon your shoulder, where i can smell the sweetest smell that lulls me into a cacoon of warmth and adventure. Oh Sailor, sailor, write me a letter and post it to my sweetheart. Smoke some ciggies and drink some wine. Tell my lady that i shall meet her under the waterfall. One stroke past the moon, where the children sing and dance in forgein tongue. We shall be dressed in beaded robes with every colour of every rainbow painted on our faces and lights shining from oUr hands, as we dance, sing and loVe.
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