in my white sheets on a stack of mattresses
i turned over to see an empty house
quiet with the thought of you
my dreams from the night begin to fade
making shape within a charted map
between islands of reality
all tied together by my ship
my ship, a restless vessel slave
to an ocean's call on the clouds
but in this light life floating along
you have taught me how to build an anchor
1 comment:
This is very very nice and I hope it's been personally dedicated and unveiled to someone . . .
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