Love and Words

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the emperor of the air

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I am in a boat now, 

and yes, 

it is small, 

but there is room to lie down

and watch the stars,

and a bench from which to fish the sea.


Orange skies drift overhead. 

All around me the deep, 

and on the horizon floats a ship

the last place

I want to be.


All my life I've been lied to and told

that the things I dream of don't exist, 

and I could have died,

I could have withered and shrunk with age, 

before I discovered the truth behind all this.


We are born and they celebrate.

We die and people mourn.

And in between, 

in between we spend our time

apologizing for everything.

Can you explain this to me?


You,

with your white hands bobbing,

framing the ship as it sails away

and leaves you 

to your destiny.


Before I reach out my arms

and pull you into this boat,

that is really, 

only meant for me, 

can you say,

whether you will choose what you are not

over what you are meant to be?

Can you even 

remember my name?


I am in a boat now, 

and yes, 

it is small, 

but there is room to lie down

and watch the stars,

and a bench from which to fish the sea.


And I have been many things in this life

and I've lost all names -

except for one.


I've lost all names,

except one.


If you can remember me, 

Perhaps,

I will reach down 

and pull you from the sea.

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