I asked it to sail without me.
But to always write of its grand
Adventures at sea.
I watched the spark of life
Die in the glimmer of a
Fourth of July sparkler
That burned my hand.
I found my heart lying in a fallen leaf.
Beating red against the autumn orange
Trying desperately to
Get back inside.
I heard your declaration from a humming bird
Flying busily outside my window.
He told me of your conviction
And we talked for hours.
I climbed the tree of your mind
And swung from each branch.
Wondering when mine would return
From its oceanic vacation.
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