Newport Beach, CA, USA
Soft blush of sunset
paints footprints across the sea -
do you dream in pink?
waves returning thought for thought
my sun-bold reply
You sing my ocean
reaching out from that far shore -
I will share your spring.
"We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.....the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
--John Keating, Dead Poets Society
[This message has been edited by Beki (edited 09-25-1999).]