Wednesday, September 30, 2015

with a faded old newspaper
and a jar of magic dust
I'll make us a boat
to sail the stars
swim with the comets
and dock at the moon
get lost in the reef
of Saturn's ring
where nothing here
will mean a thing
to explorers of galaxies 
too distant to chart
when the darkness
is only the waters that flow 
closer toward the light
and imagination 
the wind we catch
that billows our sails
and carries our hearts

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