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if you are searching for truth
the best place to find it
is in the flames
of a campfire
laying on your back
in a patch of clover
watching the clouds drift by

a restless tide

we can not hold time spent
within our hand
minutes sift like grains
of tumbling sand

the shore swept clean
and rearranged
castles built by hearts
of innocence

melt into the foam
to ebb and flow
with dreams that ride
a restless tide


borders can not bind
the heart's soft song
warbled on winds unfettered
distance is a fairy tale
thrice told

touch transcends time
it nests in words
in thoughts
in images brushed
on cloud-canvas

you are the sudden smile
of a child's imagination