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Would if I could
find a berth
in the inner sanctum
of the safe harbor
where you have anchored.
But the high tides
have long abandoned
the shallow waters
of that mooring shore.
Time being its self, only
synchronizes with its self—
And emotional waves
and favorable winds are not
always in sink—together bound.
Yet, the simple creatures
wade in easily—Invited or not
they’re never denied port.
However, being the sage pirate I am,
I shall plunder that sable inner sanctum shore,
scattering silence asunder—Devotedly
liberating the sailing winds of our seasoned sea:
And again, we shall walk together—hand in hand;
chatting along the wharf of our everlasting love.
