Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Missing Valentine

I smiled too late
In all the photographs
Lost in the maps
I missed the dates
You were my compass
Sail and keel  
But how can a blind
Man go by feel
On the braille of the sea
He trusts his nose’s
Memory to guide his hand
They say I’ve read I sailed
Myself but never out
Of sight of land

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