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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Coalesce

Escaping the daily visual perception,
Into a realm of blue ink, we sink.
Changing the senses stations reception,
With incremental tunings, we rewire;
Not hoping to somehow inspire,
Another`s vision with each motion.
Each pigmented, embossed incision
Is: no more than a drop in the ocean.

The leaves in the sunlight and shade
Reveal the many different variations,
In the spectrum of green;
But
The galaxy - this far off glade,
Holds colors beyond present manifestations,
Accessible only when within a dream.

We entered the forest, as one;
When the initial conception,
Had for the first time begun.
We slept in the soft grass,
Drank from a cool flowing stream,
Experienced every delicious deception,
Of this far off place – so serene…
And, time would eventually pass -

Ever so slowly he became two
As each day, they both grew;
Till even the realm of reality.
Became an aspect of fantasy.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

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