you weren't my horizon
you weren't my rolling seas
or my still shore-
you were'nt anything that moved.
and i -
who loved to dance-
flung my arms around you
and left
whilst you clamped your roots
tunneling slowly
deep into my heart
and held on.
i see you standing
still
when i come in
from high tide.
one day, perhaps
i will sit in your shade
and press my aching feet
against your bark
and tell you
what i brought back-
for you
alone.
m.contraire

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you weren't my horizon
you weren't my rolling seas
or my still shore-
you were'nt anything that moved.
and i -
who loved to dance-
flung my arms around you
and left
whilst you clamped your roots
tunneling slowly
deep into my heart
and held on.
i see you standing
still
when i come in
from high tide.
one day, perhaps
i will sit in your shade
and press my aching feet
against your bark
and tell you
what i brought back-
for you
alone.
m.contraire
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