The sun hung low in the sky
And the light was beginning to fade
Maggie the Schnoodle and Jack the Retriever
Stood before me
Tails wagging
Noses pointing to leashes
Looking expectantly
Tapping their toe/paw
Checking the clock
Clearly reminding me
It was now time for their daily walk.
Okay, I promised. We'll go after I do just one more thing.
I’ll just check my email, oh and just search Google on that one thing I heard about...
Oh look there, well I wonder if anyone’s done any research on that, let’s see...
Well, hmmm, are there any blogs with opinions on the matter, let’s see…
Ah ha! I must bookmark this page and come back to it,
For I must take the dogs out before it gets dar………………k?
How can it be? Where did the sun go?
Why, only a moment ago there was plenty of light.
Alright Jack, let's go Maggie …how 'bout a walk by the light of the moon?
Inspired by Laura McKenzi's "Beyond (an un-named time that follows day)fall" contest.
"...Mr. WattsOn...,
come hear dear.
I want you..."
Wire two wires who hear to pair
replicating voices here two dare
put a twist in a spin vibrating air
an optical pulse two say we care.
Take a leap and do the switch
Petel back tone with a HiQ pitch
a pulse to sway plus a perfect day
to write a Poem and create a way.
The LAN.does call as my.Crow waves
I Sat in the Light inside the cave and
watched the walls. Under the cable
came the waterfalls and the signals
rang and the Light pulsed on.
Current flows.
Know matter. WattsOn...
"eYes...I can hear you now"
Crashing wave,
the Darkness lies.
A neon light
burst though my eyes.
My hands on your body...
Your body my ride.
Spiraling Dragon
in the Midnight wind.
Passion burns
in your eyes again.
A blinding light
where the echo bends.
Circling bodies
in a liquid lens.
Eternal is the dance
that's now begun.
Waves in motion
between my thighs.
A wet tone calls
from promising eyes.
Feel my body
with your mind inside...
My hands your mirror
Your body my ride.
Midnight Wind in Draco Song
Hear it blow from tales long gone.
~She Looks, up...
To face the Wind.
The road is long, hard, cold
but we live on.
We look to the light that shines somewhere in the sky.
Even though our feet hurt, our bodies tired,
we focus on our dream.
We come from poor sounds of life and disgraceful spots in his eyes,
but with hope and time, our songs can be heavenly and our spots will no longer
be blotches in society.
Our travel soon comes to an end
when we reach the Lady Liberty, The Empire State building, The Twin Towers
again, The Liberty Bell and him.
Our travel may endure pain, but we will reach that great light at the end of the
tunnel,
and our songs will always be sung.
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