Dorian's path is close at hand
seeing the coast and aftermath
ocean as far as I can see
calmly laying there for me
Atlantic wind that blows my hair
hand in hand in the night air
romantic is our interlude
like there's only me and you
distant shores with much to see
lighthouse ports shine on the beach
on we go into the night
sailing till the morning's light
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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