This early
August morning
With storm
Warnings,
I just want
To cast off the moorings
And sail freely
In your ocean.
To feel the gentle daring
Like wind
Beneath the wings.
As your embrace
Wraps me
In the wondrous chariot
Of the constellation
In your gaze.
I want to lose nothing
And gain everything with you.
What I truly
Long for is
To take off death
And live life.
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