Woven Strands

Cerulean, the waves grow high and wide.
The condor circles particles within the lullaby.
Stars singing through the ebony of night.
The sand become great woven strands of gold.

Secrets of the ocean's endless play.
Mysteries embedded in the day.
Dreams that rise into reality.
I seek them in the endless sea - and thee...

? Michaelette ?

3/14/2003
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