But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli


BATHE BENEATH THE SEA

Where go the stars, during the day
To rest their silvered shine
When night would close the temple doors
And sun, becomes the shrine

Where do they rest, those brilliant sparks
That light our way thru dreams
And guide lost ships to harbors neat
With sparkled maps by gleam

Where do they store, all the wishes
The young recite thru poem
Is there a cosmic waiting room
Where they won't glow.....alone

Where do stars....rejuvinate
Look deep and.....and please....believe
The stars find rest, beneath the crest
And bathe beneath the sea

Ahhhh

PAX
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5/8/06