harbor line

 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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