He was
He was an anchor in the light,
He was my happiness.
And when the blue sea dew from his sail-wings
He was the song of my unknown things;
The song of all that the wind has seen and felt.
The song of lives that we would never live;
The song of the loves that we would never love
He was my ship of dreams.
poem by Tina Angel
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