2001-07-18 - 12:13 p.m.

The crawling rock over the horizon,

the glare of the sun upon the shore,

as I pull up the final mizen,

this world we doth explore.

Not through our rose colored glasses,

just sailing through with glee,

these uncharted, infanite masses,

as from our troubles, we flee.

You and I, face to face,

words we've left out, no more,

the dream we are to chase,

for this chance I adore.

You seemed to say a line one day,

I never really quite understood,

the undertone I could not weigh,

but in knowing that I should.

You told me I was purly me,

basically in more words than so,

to uncage a soul, set free,

and let my happiness go.

Fondlelling with curiosity,

analitical more than most,

you waved a potenial artocity,

without intention to boast.

You, with your smiling eyes,

the eyes of smiles I cannot see,

contention within the non-demise,

eyes, Im sure, of purity.

Innocence lined words mold,

your tamed thoughts amok,

a friendship that is what is told,

some healthy advice for luck.

So from those rocks upon that shore,

where the sunsets upon the earth,

free thy soul into air and soar,

and remind me of this friendship birth.

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