Sunday, February 14, 2010

El Matador

To lay prone in a cave on the beach

Eroded by waves

In a moment eroded into time

Into our lives created slow

As a refuge for memory

Seagull like a gothic castle on a crag

That we once wrote a song about

The sound of the waves is

The sound of the Earth breathing

The sky admires itself in the sea

As I see myself in your eyes smiling

Hope rolls in with the tide

As the ocean caresses the land

Sand the color of your skin but not as warm

When I look into your eyes I see

Eternity, the sun mixed with the sea

God filtered through low clouds

A color as limitless

As an overflown horizon

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