02-26-2008, 07:29 AM
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The sun creeps from the atlantic
scattering the clouds
its first tentative rays
fall through the film
of a dusty window
onto the sleeping eyes
shattering the dream
in a prism of color
behind thin lids
the eyes open
the dream was sweet
now fragmented and disjointed
he struggles to remember
the dream slips away
carried by the gulls and the ocean breeze
the sound of the waves
relentless and pounding
he turns over against the coming sun
and tries to recapture the dream
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