Compass of steel and chain,
Around your neck you sit.
The points you show feign,
They never fit.
Lying so gently,
Laying so gently,
Benignly fading,
Mentally.
I can't fade the North I know,
Evident are the seeds she's sown.
If only if only
I weren't so lonely.
The Ocean
exists.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Compass of steel and chain,
Around your neck you sit.
The points you show feign,
They never fit.
Lying so gently,
Laying so gently,
Benignly fading,
Mentally.
I can't fade the North I know,
Evident are the seeds she's sown.
If only if only
I weren't so lonely.
The Ocean
exists.
I have a necklace,
Which I created.
A compass from years ago,
A chain from even further,
Found their home,
Around my neck.
The points on the compass work,
But not when it's vertical on my neck.
Le Beau Blue had a necklace that was one a compass
that her father had given her.
She is my ocean.
I am landlocked.
I have a compass.
I have a memory.
Direction.
