How many have set sail for
another dawn
with you as the guide
through the vastness of the sea
the storms and tempests
which blows beneath
the surface.
Had we not as lovers been
for the streams
which runs outwards
from a hole in the beach; at drift
in the oceans we lost sight
of places to be and there
departed ways.
Unseen for the heavens below
the horizon
the calm waves splashing
against the sides and the wind
which into sails makes flight
towards the shores
of elsewhere.
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