Our Ship has sailed; a quiet dock remains
That tangled web of passion will be no more, with its breathless haste and urgency
never to return again
The siren who once teased me, appeased me
Romped recklessly, loved tirelessly is tired and has drifted far from her old journey
But, still loves me infinitely, is still there for me, has dedicated her entire lifetime to me, but, in all other ways — is essentially gone
Only those fond memories will yet linger on,
Dig in, my friend, may they never end
Your earthly life has gone, and so the mood
The quiet love everlasting remains
. . . and life’s passion ebbs–
Our ship has sailed — and it carried not a passenger.
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