you were the mariner
wayward, seaward
I was the mist
you entered
one balmy night
there by the docks
beneath moonlight and sunrise
a tip of your hat
swept me under your spell
as the fog came a-creepin'
and the waters did swell
your eyes drew me in
you were all scruff and ready
my heart was wide open
my balance quite steady
before the sight of you tipped me
leeward and aft
and after that it was anyone's guess
at direction
A comforting memory. I like your new look. Peaceful.
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