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So Long Gold

Oh great golden ball of golden light and caressing heat, it is time for you to put the blue skies, white powder puff clouds and lush green leaves to sleep.  Help the shadows grow longer and longer until they dissipate into the dark tropical night. But for now, I will watch you move slowly behind the edge of the earth. First quarter, then have then only quarter can be seen. Golden light shimmering across the sky. It is sad to see you go, but I understand, for us to dream you must hide us from the light. But there is hope, because you will return again and all that we dream of in the dark, will be shown in the day.

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Somewhere Over the Sunset

Somewhere over the sunset, we will sail. Frozen in time, mere shadows against the fading golden sky.  Somewhere over the sunset, we will splash into the ocean creating yellow bubbles just above the surface. Somewhere over the sunset, we will sing, a melody that will echo to the depths of the deep blue.

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Walk on Sunset

I want to walk on golden water, across the gentle waters. Walk by the contours of the land, where the coconut trees stand tall against the orange sky. Set my nature’s built in compass out to sea, guarded by the dolphins gliding along around me. Walk until the land is a  memory faded in past moments, stand before the sun, a mere man, at the end of civilization, give homage to the evolution of time and space.

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It’s a New Day

The morning has broken Dew falls off the leaves drip, drip, dripping onto the grass the sun have arrested the dark light it’s the eve of your smile

The morning has broken in my mind I can hear you whisper my soul listens to every word I see your lips move, my eyes wide open it is the eve of my fantasy

The morning has broken and ohhhh what a tangled web I weave, when my soul I chose to reveal but then again why should I let my truth imprison me. It’s the eve of my salvation

The sunset have broken And still I hear you whisper. It’s your enduring spirit that keeps me warm. It’s the scent of your hair that keeps me awake it’s the eve of my damnation

The morning will break again. I anticipate and my emotions come out of the darkness and the world can see how I feel it is the eve of everlasting love.

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Nice and mellow for your early evening

Ohhh yeah I remember sitting in the varasndah, with the sun retreating behind the hill behind Trini’s house. The barking of the village dogs, the on and off dreadful singing, well mumbling of the drunk in the house across the way. The mumbling of the children playing cricket in the gravel street. And on the boom box, a smooth, mellow ridim like this one playing. Ahhhh yes man, Sit there, all mellowed out, listening to good sounds, watching the world change colours.

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Her Smile

Her Smile

When I lay down to sleep
There is this colour that lingers in my head
Through the darkness, up to the ceiling
Across the floor, up the wall
Sparkling off the glass, outside the window
But I don’t mind, I can lay here all night
In this daze, my souk stuck in the last moment of my day
She smiles and my world is like sunset yellow

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Nature’s Ego

The night falls with a display never seen before, and never will be seen again. And when mother nature is done showing off, you lay down, close your eyes and succumb to the dreams, because somewhere in there a story needs to be told.

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The Mighty River Photo by Joshua Murdock

The Mighty River Photo by Joshua Murdock

Here where I live, the mighty Ohio River is nestled between Huntington West Virginia and South Point Ohio, slowly meandering along, reflecting the brilliance of the early Appalachian evening.

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Where the sun sets

Where the sun sets

Take me where the sky much like the house is a colourful confusion, where mother nature can seem to decipher when the ocean ends and the sky begins. Where everything seems to move slower, because we have no choice but to enjoy what is around us. Where time does not stand still but makes you pay attention for fear you might miss something natural.

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In The Midst of

In The Midst of

That time of day, when the sun is almost down, and the night is fast approaching, and the world is a beautiful grey, with shadows high stepping across the over the waves, as the noise of the day fades into the dark. That time of the day, when mother nature seems indecisive, that is the most peaceful suspension of time.