Poetry

Al Burke


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29 december 2011

bottle left to

selfishly i have held you....stolen i have,
one to many eager hands reaching,
at all costs they drain your contents, spill they care not

reluctantly, finally..

to chance the bottle is set too
left to the ebbs and tides of the great wonderer
her treatment kinder then ours i hope!!

but still i ask-

how will thy travel?.....all alone on the great expanse,
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you, beside you

where will you go, what will you see?
picture perfect stretches?
or dashed broken, cliff face won


float away slender one, may the light guide thee
may you travel safe-find what you need
find that all elusive nothing-ness


wait i will....you know where...
yearns-aches this heart not to be with you--- though
i brake, comfort i, in this journey you must take


until thy lands on our shores, until destiny guides thee


i will wait x






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