Surf Guitar Poem by Clint Gray
Surf Guitar
The gardens are haunted
And space is a cave
True love's just a friend
To hold diamonds you gave
The sea is and empire
And life but a spot
Moods swing patiently
To the time that you've fought
The mirrors don't look back
And words lack my spite
Morning's shift takes no comfort
Not in the day, nor the night
Thursday, January 2, 2003
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