Fortified
Erect this rampart around my lone heart
in case we must part before I can start
hoping for more
while I implore
your grace and your art when you must depart.
When current and sea wash right over me
I babble a plea like lonesome debris
while getting towed,
saline bestowed,
until I agree to life’s jubilee.
Tumult shall erase what I can’t replace
to wash that sole trace of bliss from my face
you must return--
make my soul burn
as flames dance to chase my cheerful disgrace.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2009
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