So far away but I can see
Whats supposed to be the other half
It is he
Over there I see the shore
But I am here
And not sure what for
A boat I have for my play
But can't catch a wave
Or break today
The thing that brings the wind
Eludes me still
But I pray to send
The thing that makes a ring
Moves this forward
With hope it brings
But here I stand
So far from there
All I want is to hold his hand
The journey is what this is about
Wait we must
And go without
But journey and wait are one the same
So painful
But wait is what's to blame
So I wait for the wave
That lifts my boat
Drifts into the arms I crave
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Waves
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That is a lovely rolling poem, like the waves it describes, the rhythm and rhyme carry the reader forward. And the poem itself will work to connect the two of you in thought.
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