At times I find
my sanity
sets out for ports
not far away
In her void
I toss and turn,
wish each night were day.
When a hunch
comes over me,
says her tour's complete
I rush down to
the pebbled shore,
with open arms
we shout and greet.
At times I find
my sanity
sets out for ports
not far away
In her void
I toss and turn,
wish each night were day.
When a hunch
comes over me,
says her tour's complete
I rush down to
the pebbled shore,
with open arms
we shout and greet.