n th goldn lite ths morning
by bill bissett
n th goldn lite ths morning
how it remindid me uv our time
on erth didint it yu
n did i evr tell yu
abt th time i was walking
with that prson along th skraggelee
see shell cliff edg see shore n th waves
thundring n roaring in sumtimes seem
ing 2 deliberatelee hit th ground rocks
all th frantik wet in th air n th waves
hugelee rising n falling n drenchd in
nostalgia we wer down from th
cliff soaking wet almost warm
in th erlee fall rain getting cut on
th rocks a bit we came upon
a see cave n went in
2 what seemd like a sereez uv
rooms th first room we wer in was long n less
wide walls mauv emerald smooth n shinee
n giving off a soothing lite n th sound
from th c oftn piersing as if 2 say wake n yet we
wer sew sleepee in th large emerald room with silvr
taybuls n yet we wantid 2 moov on n we did ahh i
remembr th rubee room we next came in2 n ther
wer holographik images uv all our frends we
had recentlee left on erth n a plate uv sliced fruits
n vegetabuls layd out 4 us n goblets uv inlayd
sapphires sew manee colors n bords wer layd out
4 us as well 4 us 2 draw on n air came thru th ceiling
sew noislesslee n we bgan drawing as we cud smell
fresh cooking from anothr farthr away room n i dont
yet remembr what happend aftr that did i evr tell
yu that part ium not sure i think we definitlee
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