Saturday, August 3, 2013

O this ride down the road...as if a song calming onto me...

O this ride down the road
Ain't it a beauty?
As if She the angelic satiety
As creamy layer me turns
As if this road is part of a swim
Down the cool...

O this way of going along
Beyond all
As if time small there sings together
A choric song
This leafy shady move of a glide
This birth of an inner tide
This cruise along the oceanic She
This voyage to the Unknown
Knowing She had been there
Like a songy state perennial...

Ain't it so Love like ?
Ain't it like a joyous musical ride?

As if creamy of a beige
As if me there gliding born again
As if like a sage...

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