Faint pictures of my childhood lie floundering in your wake The worries of tomorrow at your bow Your ?, white balloon Your main sail proud and tall To me you are the very soul of now Im dizzy on your teak wood deck My arms around your mast Insane inside your cabin soft and warm Then drifting off to sleep Your fingers loose along my face In contented disbelief of early morn To me you are the moment, the present breath of life As together we are slicing through the spray The second buried deep within the mystery of your love Not shades of things to come or yesterday Faint pictures of my childhood lie floundering in your wake The worries of tomorrow at your bow Your ?, white balloon Your main sail proud and tall To me you are the very soul of nowYou might also like
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