A breeze of welcome air was she
A calm before the storm,
A boat unmoored-
So new, unworn-
And designed to be re-born.
And so she is
Everyday
My love
who no longer is the one,
My longing and refurbished self
Views all tomorrows now
without a sun.
A wish I have-
To dance and prance again
though impious
it may be-
Below the sky,
above the dawn,
When once that "she"
were "we.
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