Saturday, March 5, 2011

Thinking of friends in the middle of the ocean



Atlantic Ocean, soft and deep
Show your velvet skin tonight
To the boat that doesn’t sleep

She doesn’t have much on her – some apples, a rose
But she also carries four like me -
Brothers to my soul

Let glide till the morning
the ones who watch
over palms of gentle hands

Murmur low -
Every place they can think of tonight
will be in a far off land

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