"A Sun Arising"
Waiting on a starlit sea.
The blue moon.
Twisted sugar in my lemon tea.
Waves rock me back and forth while dreaming.
The foam covers my body.
While your love sends me to places I will never get to.
No matter how far I may choose to travel.
I will always end up in the same place.
Here, there, and everywhere.
Nowhere to mention.
All places to be.
Nothing that one can see.
She lives by the sea right next to me.
Life is for free, not meant for slavery.
Proverbial pronoun that she is.
An adversarial adjective.
Sent in a letter through the mail.
She will never arrive there.
Although, always close to me.
By Jonathan Billet..--04.07.2015
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