Hunter Dasten Biography

Her feet float above the stage
as if carried by some unseen force.
From my view among the generally admitted
I can hardly make out the details of her face.
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The blue sky stretches far across the tepid marshland.
A delicate amethyst which surrounds the crouching sun
signals every cloud to it's place along the horizon.
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It was a beige sand beach beneath a copper-tint sky,
where with each untroubled step we walked away our youth.
The air carried the sound of crashing waves as the tide rolled in,
yet my lips can still retrace the imprint of her kiss.
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Should you find yourself at the captain’s helm,
as everyone around you is jumping ship.
Do not lose your stride.
Do not miss a step.
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Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.

As I gaze into them I've come to understand
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