A thousand poems I send to thee
Who washed up on my foreign sea
And sailed on nothing but dust towards my shore
And never opened the hatch door
I wept a sea for you and how
And wished on stars to see you now!
Oh how I wept and carried on
With nothing but dry sea to sleep on
You wandered out until your anchor dropped
The wind swept by it dragged and popped
A sail to thee it swept ashore
Like so much to see no more
Afar, Afar
My heart dipped with your ship
And you never looked
You never cared
I died without you there
Descended below
Agonizing slowly beneath the frozen sea
To meet my God of love and no hope
And then you stopped your ship
To throw me a line
Alas it was to late
To stop the sinking of my ship
For now we were both dying
A set of babies adrift suffocating, dying
In the middle nowhere near the shore
To laugh, to cry to sing no more.
Submitted: November 16th, 2002
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