Perhaps in that angry sea?
No, why would you want to join me--
so close the eroding shore,
a faltering ship, that in its hold
heavy cargo of the past
tosses and rattles about?
No, if you were to join me--
how, through this small scuttle
could two hearts fit
with the stores of many years entwined?
But, your song draws me
to a leeward stillness
in the shadow of a friendly isle
where I need not struggle for the helm
--perhaps I can let go, with you,
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