The Open Seas
The sailor made the weather
Like a feather dancing on the end of his cap
Aghast against the ocean
His devotion like a river of molten life
That teemed into his dreams
Bursting at the seams with a holy, zealous fire
Till atlast it bubbled over
This naval rover could no more stand its sting
He took the final plunge
A desperate lunge at the quiet on the far side of dreams
Friday, November 12, 2004
Fatherhood
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