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Matthew Nabors Jan 2014
I've put myself upon the sand                            
Comparing myself, a shipwrecked man                
A speck of dirt rests on my hand                        
Everything we were, and all I am.                      

Like a night I could not number,                        
Sails like my plans lay ripped asunder                  
When sunset should pull me under.                      
Adrift, a bottle ends my slumber..                      

Loose driftwood to be thrown aside                
Had hope adrift left me intertwined.                  
Masking a print with blue green eyes
Left of another, though much like mine.

There lies a plea written by hand
'Lost then found soul, her shipwrecked man.
Flames die slow for second chances.
Everything we were, and all I am.'


Years had passed since my heart fluttered
Waiting for her though now a stranger.
Laying with snakes to feel her comfort
Adrift, thoughts delay my slumber

The heart wanes down it's sudden flight
What may come, dreaming of dawn's first light
Of words or thoughts for her to write,
Meant for no other .... This one's mine.

Resting lost among miles of sand.
Everything you'd want, is all I am.

— The End —