Born of the Deep
By M. F. B. Porter
you are my dreams, born without sleep
you are the sky, glittered with stars
you are the ships floating at sea
you are the raven, flying so free
you are the lighthouse, lighting my way
you are the compass, true north’s where you stay
you are the ocean, ever fleeting, ever near
you are the mist, so soft, but never clear
you are the sand floating up in the dark
you are the x, the treasure you mark
you are my dreams, born without sleep
you are a creature, born of the deep.
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