Black tears on my heart’s window
Pane
Your eyes swim with all the things you restrain
Something like a treasure box
Warped wood sealed without a lock
My ship at sea without a dock
My lighthouse shines its beam for you
Sirens whisper
“Love me true”
Storm clouds gather in the sky
The waves are biblical in size
You teeter through the pitch black
Dark
In the basement of your ark
I swim through ice and
Arctic frost
To wake you when your ship is lost
To whisper,
“Let me lie beside you
Tell me secrets
Love me true.”
No Expert But Of Himself—Just writing what I know, a bit of what I think I know, hopefully I help others know a bit more than they knew.