Built from great constellations and long forgotten rivers <br />I give you my restless poems without regret. <br />Yes it’s true that I’ve been on the move lately <br />and have little time to talk. <br />What can I say <br />but that from this day forward, <br />I can only promise you vague dreams <br />and curious facts. <br />Yes, I keep moving, thats understood, <br />but please tell me something, <br />from which ocean did you arrive, <br />was it during summer? <br />or after a winters storm? Was the moon out that night? <br />My restless longing needs to know these things. <br />My thirst grows toward oblivion; <br />I need to feel the ocean move towards the shore. <br />I need to watch the stars so none go missing. <br />I need to keep learning about roses <br />and things until I know absolutely nothing at all. Really it’s true, <br />and it’s not my fault that I live without a compass <br />and that my love grows wildly in no particular direction. <br />Will you excuse me now, as I put distance <br />between you, me and this poem.<br /><br />Junior Pocoloco<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ocean-stones/
