Chestpounding (pt.1)
As I witness sunsets
Grant Jersey a power
Neither Edison nor Watt could have ever fathomed,
I'm visited by candlelit memories
Of solitary sparks,
Singular moments
Where the light of the heart
Was able to eclipse a mind
Accustomed to the dark,
And waves run
Their salt-scented fingernails
Across the backdrop of big-city
Nightlife blackboards...
Copyright 2006
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