As sombre and sleepy as tide Under the branches of the sycamore tree I watch, I wait, and I hide Waiting in silohette balck and white Hesitating the moment you arrive Should I jump out, call to the one I adore Such decisions you see cause confusion in me Iv'e never encountered this emotion before Buried deep in the sands of a far away land A place only visited by dreamers in sleep A vision appeared like a knight on a steer I waited patiently, please let him near In his hands he embraced What was surely my fate It was kept in a box of white gold He beckoned to me, to undo steadily A compass lay safe in it's case With a note written in silk Tied in a coloured blanket, like milk So innocent, white and quite pure This gift opened wide, contained a surprise Likes of which I had ne'er seen before So here I hide under the blue oceanic tides Under canvas and star studded skies Compass in hand, navigating this land For my soul mate who'll soon knock on my door |
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