Carrot Cake

October 9, 2008

originally written in June 2008

I swear to God she must be m a g i c
Like gears in a clock, our hands clasp
Together in a harmony unknown to me

There’s a dream I’ve had; I wake up
To the gentle rocking of the waves against our boat
When I go up to the deck, the San Juan Islands
Greet me with a smile reflected off the sea

She is there. Adorable in her boots and pajamas
We raise the sail and head east, into the rising light
I look back at her, and the newborne sun
Pales in comparison.

It’s a golden sunrise, and I am the dawn
What more can the next day bring?



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