Where are we now
One year to this day
How far have we come
Since I asked you to stay
I find I'm no closer
To spanning the sea
Or bridging the oceans
That keep you from me
Just drifting across them
And casting asunder
The fleeting resistance
To being pulled under
Then asking myself
How do I still drown
In a love that was anchored
And dragging me down
Could it be that your warmth
Was the sand in my toes
Or that you felt at home
In my rock bottom woes
Be they sheltering monsters
Devoid of all light
Or shipwreck sunrises
From dreadnoughts at night
We still plotted a course
With no sense of direction
Searching for shores
At each sign of depression
Guided by hope
That Northern stars fading
Would never burn out
Should they just keep on waiting
For bottles of empty
To fill with each note
Containing the words
That could save our lifeboat
But dear Aphrodite
The hole in this plot
Was the bluest of vessels
Poseidon forgot
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Where are we now
One year to this day
How far have we come
Since I asked you to stay
I find I'm no closer
To spanning the sea
Or bridging the oceans
That keep you from me
Just drifting across them
And casting asunder
The fleeting resistance
To being pulled under
Then asking myself
How do I still drown
In a love that was anchored
And dragging me down
Could it be that your warmth
Was the sand in my toes
Or that you felt at home
In my rock bottom woes
Be they sheltering monsters
Devoid of all light
Or shipwreck sunrises
From dreadnoughts at night
We still plotted a course
With no sense of direction
Searching for shores
At each sign of depression
Guided by hope
That Northern stars fading
Would never burn out
Should they just keep on waiting
For bottles of empty
To fill with each note
Containing the words
That could save our lifeboat
But dear Aphrodite
The hole in this plot
Was the bluest of vessels
Poseidon forgot
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