Apr 09, 2010 00:28
Shall we sail away,
shall we take the ropes,
chart our course on maps by candlelight?
Rough table contrasting with your smooth hands,
which remain unblemished by the
harshness that you walk through.
Where I became weathered you remain pure.
How have you been so sheltered,
so distant from all that surrounded me
that you hestitate to take adventure
in the same way I take my tea each morning?
I ask you each day to sail away with me
and live for love alone.
May as well wait for mermaids in a stream,
as the memories fade into so many lonely ghosts
who walk the oceans of my mind.