Dry Land
If there was a someone,
An island upon which to rest,
I'd beach myself so gladly,
From this ocean I detest,
Be my refuge from the tides,
They drag me under often,
I wish to wake upon dry land,
Marooned at daylight's dawning.
If your arms are my salvation,
I'll shipwreck this drowning heart,
Be glad to wade through waves,
To make a brand new start,
There has to be a sand bar,
Upon which I'll stand and view,
Much better things to come,
I only pray those things mean you.
Copyright © Digie Ruchyat | Year Posted 2022
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