Out of the labyrinth

[Keith]

Laughter trails behind us,
beating faster to the breast,
cliff tops drop beneath us,
sea breeze glides to rest.

A warning not to touch,
or slip on heated streams,
warming just too much,
inside a clouded dream.

I drowned crystal cerulean,
whitewashed days away,
heavy on the oceans bight,
a fallen feathered stray.

Tar stains on my back
cannot blemish me,
wax runs red to legs,
the sun has set me free.

That was pretty kewl dude

Sorry YouAreMe you don't get away with it that easy, I refuse to be a notch on your bed post that gets you to a posting position tell me one thing you like and one thing you don't like about my poem and I'll be happy. Best Keith