Wednesday, August 08, 2007


A soul twitches and utters
synthesizing thats was never spoken
being carried across the waves of the ocean

I watch the setting sun
with air around it slivering like molten glass
And see the reflection of a flame over the waters

Your thought arrives
sound like the roar of an ocean
when heard through a conch
unreal,distant and deep

The sound trellises with the wind blowing
before I could grasp it
Probably this is what they call
Smoke 'n the Water
Fire 'n the Sky

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