Sailor of my Night
He stands by me
Éclair le nuit - - north star of my night
My LoveAnd as my auburn hair
turns gold and silver
he chants to me…only me
My LoveHe sees solitaire
the face of his young colleen
running wild and free
in vibrant laughter
where we greet
on salty seas of dreams
My LoveEach night we meet
by ocean’s side
and open sail on wake
To know…as eons pass
a memory will not
from my nights
…sail onMy Love
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