Whatever happened to that palace by the sea
Where we gazed off into the distance you holding me
In a semicircular embrace
Time not moving
Face to face
Supposedly it is still there
Where you would sit upon your chair
And I in the corner
Admiring you or the competing glow
Of an endless sunset
That with the right touch
And outlook
With a speed of constant velocity
Would claim an entire kingdom
Yet there was only you and me
Perhaps two spirits we manifested
With our spree of unlimited love
Devotion only to what challenge would lay ahead
And where on Earth we would rest our head.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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