Kris Rozz Biography

Between Breath & Touch
strides a whispered Caress
Across endless plains
of Dream time
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Hold back from us the golden sandal dawn,
already on the sea the fading light of dreams
and then you're gone.
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On the shore;
He felt her breath
on winds of her horizon
He, the ocean moaning,
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I lay in darkened beauty
against the golden dawn
where I feel you,
for only a brief perfect moment,
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It's the kind of night where
you hear the ghost songs
of a lonely saxophone drift.
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