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You know, sometimes I like to
put on that old pair of sunglasses
we bought in that marketplace, so
long ago, long away... do you
recall the place? The little chain
store nestled in between the local
vendors, selling items delicious and
full of small-town soul... and I stopped in
the sunglass shop, because it reminded
me of home, here on the Pacific coastline.

When the sun has set just past
the gently bending horizon, when it
unleashes the last traces of crimson
to flutter in the crisp, warm, illuminated air,
I gaze out past these familiar shores,
shrouded in artificial dusk.

I can almost watch the same black waves
that crash against the ever-smoothing stones
decorating your window view.
I can almost see that same
shivering moon, disc chilled from
the playing of vagrant breezes across
its lonely face, hanging tremulously
over your passive waters, reflecting
periodically landward with bursts of glitter.

If I could measure distance with time,
I could trick the moonlight to carry me
into your arms in three transposed hours.
I would taste the sweet lake mist.

Description
You know, sometimes I like to
put on that old pair of sunglasses
we bought in that marketplace, so
long ago, long away... do you
recall the place? The little chain
store nestled in between the local
vendors, selling items delicious and
full of small-town soul... and I stopped in
the sunglass shop, because it reminded
me of home, here on the Pacific coastline.

When the sun has set just past
the gently bending horizon, when it
unleashes the last traces of crimson
to flutter in the crisp, warm, illuminated air,
I gaze out past these familiar shores,
shrouded in artificial dusk.

I can almost watch the same black waves
that crash against the ever-smoothing stones
decorating your window view.
I can almost see that same
shivering moon, disc chilled from
the playing of vagrant breezes across
its lonely face, hanging tremulously
over your passive waters, reflecting
periodically landward with bursts of glitter.

If I could measure distance with time,
I could trick the moonlight to carry me
into your arms in three transposed hours.
I would taste the sweet lake mist.