Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Mountains are Made from Porcelain


Commotion of ocean hearts

A scent like potion starts

To tumble and dry

In your swelling eyes

Mountains climb rising dreams

Fighting with seven seas

For that screaming daisy

Longing for ukulele

Dance like the way you said

Most things are never read

In that shouting place you were found

Passion brews moments around

Linen and porcelain take

Paper cuts for hearts to break

Lemon tea stirs the love

You dreamt up in mountain groves

All nature bends to meet you now

Waiting for your fevered brow

Oceans mount mountains musing

Your finery has been confusing

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