Dearest Love,

I am the little vessel upon your ocean
and you seem far away as the waves are
gentle now that we are continents apart
as a misery of a sailor greeted by red
then alterable noons of mourning.
A privileged host is asking,
‘with whom shall i settle this vessel
when a storm is coming?’ And mooring
my ship not with rope, chain nor anchor
but by this great love! The Great Wave
has perched me atop the tallest crest
and as bravely i go i go to thee!
And red skies at night! This heart
a delightful song as dawn must always recur
a sight occularly straight
and as true as the North Star!

Forever yours,
The Warmest Love

:: 09-16-2015 ::

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