Our Grassy Lot
Our grassy lot above the sea,
Were sadness seldom found.
melodies and ocean songs,
twirled us round and round.
Never a reprieve from our
laughter, nor a dull day befell.
A relationship so mighty,
unafraid of the largest swell.
The wind shifts, and clouds roll
in as the night comes nye.
It promises to be a passing
storm but how the weather lies.
The salty air has spelled the
end, as the paint chips away.
Misery breaks apart the boards
and the grass is turning gray.
Rabbit watches now turtle
clocks, time now bitter still.
Rid me of my timely matters, I
pray that be gods will.
Her body broke against the
rocks, as did my mind that day.
Good night my dearest friend in
love, I will never get to say.
Master mariners and sailors
broken by the tide.
Reach to her for life and love,
as I did in summer time.
Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2013
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