Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

True and Careless Stare


She's the Blue Moon's
true and careless stare
one smile from her, and all my wounds
have found repair
All my questions' answers
are in the simple swirls of her hair
She's Springtime's resurrecting air;
the sun's orange, reassuring glare;
-my only answered prayer.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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