Tuesday, May 08, 2007


Roamer & Lizard Bride
It's a hard ride, life
clutching onto whatever raft
will take you, alive
to go alone
accept the loss at breast,
the loneliness inside
sometimes wishes for a lie
fur combed, or even
someplace to hide
us coward's would give it you
the love needed
except lies kill cleaner
straight to the bone
when reality intrudes
so come away with me into night
take where the seas toss us
ride the breakers of tomorrow
until the stars need no longer hide.
Sheri Fresonke Harper

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