suffice it to say
I feel unseasonably
confined
tomorrow the sun
will rise
& the ships will
dance on the
ever-shifting horizon
but I will not see them
you will wake in
your world
& not have a single thought
of me
I am too far from the sea
& I wonder if it
bothers him
too
that I might one day
set sail on the wheels of
my '97 Ford Taurus
& never return
anchored upon land
is what I am
but the horizon
draws near
as you sleep in your world
& wake in my harbor
won't you please
think of me?
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
suffice it to say
I feel unseasonably
confined
tomorrow the sun
will rise
& the ships will
dance on the
ever-shifting horizon
but I will not see them
you will wake in
your world
& not have a single thought
of me
I am too far from the sea
& I wonder if it
bothers him
too
that I might one day
set sail on the wheels of
my '97 Ford Taurus
& never return
anchored upon land
is what I am
but the horizon
draws near
as you sleep in your world
& wake in my harbor
won't you please
think of me?
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