548 (17.12.2015)

From either side, the shores of raging sea
reach up to grab our tiny drowning boat.

I hold you close, (as close as close can be),
and slip the words "I love you..." from my throat.

Beneath us there is solid ground somewhere
and high above, the stars are safe and bright.

Helpless and trembling in the fearful air
we share
       our love
             our worries
                    and our fright.

I see lights lost, they're shining in the past,
your tiny eyes when you first smiled at me
before this long lost journey, now our last,
when our lungs will succumb to salty sea.

The waves are high, the water cold and steep,
we flee to dark shores lost down in the deep.

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