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Aug 2014
What if, ... you don't dream,
What if, ... we never meet,

What if, ... the sky is the ocean,
What if, ... the sea is the sky at our feet,

What if, ... I have no means,
What if, ... we never sit, side by each,


Enough of, what if,
what will be, will be,
not to take life flippantly,
or put my boat into unknown seas,
                                        no anchor,
                                        no rudder, to steer me,
                                        no sails,
                                      
so be, my sails filled with a windy blast,
be the rudder, bring me to where our hearts...will meet,
then be, my anchor and hold fast,
                                   and forever.

This life, the open water, big enough...
Ottar
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