Tuesday, April 22, 2014


And, tick by tick, the hour draws near
When I must leave the shore once more.
Will you be mine one last time
To hold on to for evermore?
The rain pelts down, the sun evades –
There is no beauty, no last hurrah
To bid the tired sailor adieu
And send him off his lonely way.

I should have known, been prepared:
‘tis life – no neon-flavored novelette!
And yet I gasp at the insolence,
The disrespectful meaninglessness.
The empty harbor that promised much
Drifts swiftly into the lazy mist.
One last look and nevermore
Another crazy dreamy tryst.

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