I Go To See The Tides Low To Float With To Sail OnA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleydear heart, dear heart, i have made a mark made a spark flame as we're reaching out far and breathes a word to describe what as the stars above will weave space where the memories were are most likely rising through i've seen on the wings that drifts across my glass should i go back with the patience of a giant with the patience of a saint with the patience of a hero foremost of just one soft moment out in the dark like watching a cloud move going by the moon in the sky making less sense of course it's sweet when i drank from the mountain when i swum in the river clear and cold and getting out it was good to my soul keep on keeping on it and holding up and being within was as like a double flower growing holding to just one sharp stem on bent wind falling fly with me drive with me home and around here is where the head can rest is where the heart can care is where the soul can expand and burst or flow foremost of just one soft moment out in the dark like watching a cloud move going by the moon in the sky making less sense of course it's sweet when i close my eyes and probe my thoughts what i don't know what i don't see becoming little specks dancing and bumping around to discover fly with me drive with me and we went along and had flown long with our own songs inside upon the water rose higher something other a double feather a double flower suffers to gather in the arms of the wind's shadow passing through as i traverse this making less sense of course it's sweet when here i go again around another gloomy corner the night is next coming around the very very edge of being the very very end of becoming dawning tomorrow morning so bright loose layers are forming if hadn't a wing maim'd from a sharp stem on bent wind falling super cool super 8 a double feather a double flower as from my hands waving nevertheless is swishing through the air super cool super 8 a double feather a double flower in one soft moment send me up were advancing prancing around towards the passing connection i was bringing meaning look and all will try oh make me see untill the very last light and move my soul today times are hard i suffer, i hunger, i struggle, day in, day out oh very well i will stay and you talk and i feel as restless as a wave across a puddle made by a toy boat of remote vision feeling so far away going on moving on along the wave turning or in between courage the door and hope the window it's bright, it's dim, it's my glim of light it's bright, it's dim, it's my glim in the distance fly with me every turn drive with me around here float with me on a toy boat with a stick a string i go adrift building up on my own note by note just hanging there in the air recalls the results a ripple a wave rolls across a puddle made by a toy boat without no guide just me, myself and i i'm going to see the tides low i'm going to the sea to float with to sail on is a double feather a double flower oh the light super cool super 8 so lush and i wish on blooms better things to consider we're together now in my heart in my head i have made a mark made a spark flame feeling, thinking, dreaming, doing continuing through on my own to be away it was excellent i couldn't stay too long what's that back to the start again yeah, i know, you there in the fresh air walk with me talk with me keep on keeping on it in the sunshine or where there is none out comes some sign done with setting rising sun through different now is nothing in this world new just small hidden from all behind the clouds silently burning out in the night on a walk on the moon and hanging heavy oh the light super cool super 8 so lush and i wish on blooms they are most likely to rise as a moth drifts across my glass should i go back with the patience of a giant with the patience of a saint with the patience of a hero for just one soft moment out in the dark going to see the tides to float with to sail on oh the light it's super cool super 8 so lush and i wish on blooms drooping looking to find make it last some-how you're not lost
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Added on January 15, 2012 Last Updated on April 5, 2013 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |