the storms of life may rage
and courses be obscured by the waves
for ships, not yet worthy of angry seas
with anchors ropes not long enough
the touch the bed beneath.
so we're tossed
at the whim and will of wind
who knows it's source?
an albatross!
to rise on the breeze
and give us hope
of horizon shores,
of sunrise morns
that promise more
then the quiet desperation
we've carried like cloak.
I'll help you heave it overboard
that weight thats threatening to sink
us like Jonah's body, we released
to the mouth of the deep
in hope that this violent act
would find us
just a little peace,
and sleep.
for you will always have a place,
to rest, in the harbor of my heart
but dear you can't remain
it's not your destinations port
but theres a slip with your name
in golden hues, embossed upon the bark
a quiet place to bear your soul
held fast in the murmurings of dark.
a light house on a cliff
warning you, of how close you are
to the rocks, that in our lives so far
both of us have spent more time
then we'd like to admit.
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