follow me into the blue
away the life we used to live
like new the harbor shining in
our eyes once stained
glass half full
of dreams
He was a sailor, she was the sea.
Theirs was a romance meant to be:
Long in the harbor waiting kept,
Restlessly searching, neither slept,
Waves upon years of motion, churning,
Seeking the other, reaching, yearning --
Lines in the harbor tried and failed.
Few had the heart for where they sailed --
This took a new kind of bravery:
He was sailor, she was the sea.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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I loved it ❣️ it was beautiful.
He was a sailor, she was the sea…<3
Is this Whitby? It looks familiar.
It is indeed!
I was there once, on a gorgeous summer day. Only two years ago…but it feels like 20.