Hold on for one day more.
The waves are wrought with chance
that I may touch the shore
and scatter kisses,
Sore across your patient glance.
Hold on for one day more.
I steer this plank-wood floor within the night.
A dance that I may touch the shore you guarded.
Once before,
sharp masts shot cannon lance.
Hold on for one day more this love of loss.
This lore,
which suffocates romance.
That I may touch the shore and learn of decades,
four gone, wasted in a trance.
Hold on for
one day more
that I may touch the shore.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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