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08-27-2009, 04:32 AM
Laputa
Their arrival came unnoticed,
so, really, that's all you could do.
Perhaps you were meant to fall from
that airship resting beside the
moon, since in your unconscious descent
you landed softly in my arms.
That morning, beseeched by early
golden light, I played my trumpet
-your reveille of life- then I
told you my name, you told me yours.
With the arrival of evening,
and time pacified, together
we slowly drift through clouds aboard
a pirate ship in the night sky.
I'll spot trouble from my lookout,
and up here the air is so cold.
Late this night, while our crew sleeps in
hammocks, you sneak up to my perch,
quite frightened by your own knowledge,
and there, still among the passive
shifting of enormous blue clouds,
we share a blanket, and calmly
wait for the castle in the sky.
So far, this is the oldest I've ever been
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