Every word read
Would break clean your heart
Cleaved half
One for me
One for the sea.
Up and ever caught
In the breathless swell of foam
To wander deep sea caverns off map
Unknown.
Of mine, well
I'll have a locket made
And locked
With copper key I'd keep
Through flecked rust and fickle age
Through nights and days
And taken hours
Time we stole.
Time to pay.
No not yet
Not today.
Today the sun shines bright.
In the east we meet, and are filled with light.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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