his dreams
were on the tides
of last nights
warmth
passing over
horizons edge
past blue diamond
stars
while the
art of years
speaks the color
of words
onto waves
washed out
never returning
the same
his dreams
were on the tides
of last nights
warmth
passing over
horizons edge
past blue diamond
stars
while the
art of years
speaks the color
of words
onto waves
washed out
never returning
the same
