a wistfulness that shimmers as a veil,
a feeling that, like a sailboat's receding sail,
moves slowly on out towards the horizon;
but still is there when I raise my eyes,
so I am happy
if you are happy, if the wind is strong,
if your boat clips merrily along, spray white
and I am sad if you are sad, if your boat
is becalmed, if you make no direction.
I still have for you a certain affection.
january 2010 - took out "and cast them about me,"
1 comments:
Well? It needed changing, so there we are.
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