the ghost of you here,
and everything going round my aching head.
When's the good of this coming home to me? When will all the words I need to hear again be said - cause it's lookin like the sea is callin me to embrace - to know finally, fully, that this journey of your great move, will take the years away. We're moving away, from all the beautiful innocence that was -
from all the promises constructed in whispered night,
and the charcoal paintings that we made of touch - under those same stars all the way out there where your heart is locked up guarded tight.
Let it unbound.
Unbind every weathered mile of you.
Give me all of you to hold fast unto, as we go faster...I can feel you here as if you've just gone and I can feel the weight of every mistake. But haunted always near is the great mountain of what shuddered between us - of what does still.
What's the charter of meaning beneath, well, any northern star? Where's my transient nerves when they're needed most for a great dive... Can't seem to stay or go -
the moon hangs low upon every tide.
Hang low and swing among the cliffs of undefined, of passion and unplanning - swing upon my soul.
See the world in my candlelit eyes and know it all again.
Know that we've been promised for so long that there's a goodness in yearning.
Yearn again fully and be drowned.
Be taken by the sea with me and how it sees of the divine noble being trapped inside. I'll swim in you until the breath calms - until a great silence gently softens all to sleep.
All the dreams dearly dreamt on lost ships at sea - they can be - and we can be, free.
We can have this love and still make it back.
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