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Zoraida Dooley Oct 2013
the cold seeps in, the surface clears,
the air is still with frozen fear,
of unknown depths, dark eyes, numb lips
   "we'll live or we'll die with this ship"
an empty deck, a Dream long gone,
we swim toward an ancient dawn,
where we Belong; our souls were born
to live, to breathe, to die, to mourn,
to sing of losses of the past,
and wish Life had not lived so fast
but to know well, within our hearts
that Love was worth it from the start.
   "i'll soon wake up inside your hands -"
my lungs constrict, my heart expands
   “we’ll wake up soon,” two thousand men
beneath the waves, to swim again.
Zoraida Dooley Oct 2013
My love,
my precious love...
Lie down next to me and count the ticks,
between now and when we shall meet again.
Within my dreams, or the timeless earth,
a resting place for ancient men.
I wish I knew where you were going,
so I could close my eyes and turn away.
And hope with half my missing heart
I'd die to see another day.
But let's let bygones be what they are,
let's let death sing its own song.
Let's go to bed, and just forget
the place our souls truly belong.
We'll kiss like when you and I were young,
your rosy lips and twilight eyes of stars.
But come morning, we'll still say goodbye
as if this night was ever ours.
My love, despite…my love, because...
My love, just sleep as if it was.

— The End —