I used to
seek the wild oceans of passion
Never a North Star sighting,
No thoughts of treading with care,
Not a worry about my or my lover’s heart.
Then, at the birth of my son,
When my heart tore open and I finally
Amazingly knew love, from that
Moment on… I sought out
Safe harbours where I could gaze
Deep deep down to the bottom
Of the sea and marvel at the
Beauty, the wonder,
The love, the love, the love.
Never a North Star sighting,
No thoughts of treading with care,
Not a worry about my or my lover’s heart.
When my heart tore open and I finally
Amazingly knew love, from that
Moment on… I sought out
Safe harbours where I could gaze
Deep deep down to the bottom
Of the sea and marvel at the
Beauty, the wonder,
The love, the love, the love.
(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)
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