My Old Flame
My Old Flame
Would that I would fly
To ocean’s side
And catch the twinkling caps,
Where the moon touches
The boundary ridges
And I could but dream of you.
“Over there” you sailed
Where herons fly
Oh, so long ago.
I missed you so – I did not know
That you would be truly gone.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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