The Man In the Boat
The man in the boat
paddling gently through the water
moving ahead.
while I sit quietly in this black furry coat,
simply amazed with his brawny arms.
A gorgeous goon.
Studying this man's every move I am at halt
his eyes deep full, with untouched secrets,
emotions that warms my frozen heart.
Every night we sail in this mysterious lake
under the spell of the night
under the moon's sanctity,
mystify by this unearthly sanctuary.
And some nights he would sing that song of love,
but no words i can understand.
Only the sweet gentle voice records in mind
got me hooked and astound.
This unending dream haunted me,
which i graciously embraced.
Even when you disappear
as the stars flee the sky
as the sun casts its light.
I know I shouldn't be gloomy for when the night comes
He'll be back.
My beautiful nightmare
The man in the boat.
>2014-01-21<
Copyright © Charmane Bellen | Year Posted 2014
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