by Robertson K.
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June 7, 2009

Waiting for the Day...

July 23, 2009 11:28 AM EDT (Updated: August 10, 2009 07:19 PM EDT)
views: 36 | comments: 9

Watching dry wind tickle grass

From a ten story building

Funny how wind blows high

But can't whisk me to dreamland

Every day slows down time

To the point that I feel it

The arrows of the sands of time

Tips scorching skin

It is not a complaint

Mere observation skills

Allow me to say that

This is still not the day

I see the white sandy beaches.

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Comments: 9

Beth G. Jul 23, 2009, 11:30am EDT
ah that does sound lovely those white sandy beaches! I can certainly relate to this longing.
George Shaw Jul 23, 2009, 11:40am EDT
Ah, you are still young -- "Every day slows down time." As you get older you will find that time goes by like telephone poles along the freeway.
ahhhh~the longing~bittersweet
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
Holly C. Jul 23, 2009, 1:40pm EDT
"funny how wind blows high but can't whisk me to dreamland"- that is a sentiment that we can all relate too. beautiful and sad all at the same time.
David N. Jul 23, 2009, 5:27pm EDT
Come to shore , mate. This was excellent ...and I can read it from two points of view. Sweet
David N. Jul 23, 2009, 5:28pm EDT
Thanks for posting at~ Songs/Poems/Loveletters
Paula C. Jul 26, 2009, 6:22pm EDT
this is great
Tryandfeelme W. Jul 30, 2009, 9:40pm EDT
this is very inspiring, love it

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