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Her fragile hands tailored strands of strings into ship sails And each of her breaths moved the depths as they grew into gales To say she moved me would understate the gravity of things As she sent me to unknown places upon linen wings And oh, those linen wings would sing and cling onto the air The ocean foam so far from home reminiscent of her skin so fair Her voice ever ringing in my head and her touch fresh on my heart Her eyes in every starlit night making sure home I could chart Each hour I'd remember the red ember of her hair and her lips As fragile hands wove those strands with prayers on fingertips In the light of home she placed pieces of her heart in the sails she made for me In hopes her beloved would return home once more from the endless sea So here I journey on from night to dawn, dusk to day Memories of skin, foam white, and her eyes at night showing me the way Wishing for the fire of home inside her hair and lips As she sends gales into woven sail leading me home to her kiss
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
The Sailor's Wife
Her fragile hands tailored strands of strings into ship sails And each of her breaths moved the depths as they grew into gales To say she moved me would understate the gravity of things As she sent me to unknown places upon linen wings And oh, those linen wings would sing and cling onto the air The ocean foam so far from home reminiscent of her skin so fair Her voice ever ringing in my head and her touch fresh on my heart Her eyes in every starlit night making sure home I could chart Each hour I'd remember the red ember of her hair and her lips As fragile hands wove those strands with prayers on fingertips In the light of home she placed pieces of her heart in the sails she made for me In hopes her beloved would return home once more from the endless sea So here I journey on from night to dawn, dusk to day Memories of skin, foam white, and her eyes at night showing me the way Wishing for the fire of home inside her hair and lips As she sends gales into woven sail leading me home to her kiss
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30/M/American
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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