We once met cruising on a two-way street,
And passing by, I did throw you a line,
I now repeat what I said once to greet:
'Can we tryst sometime, in your dream or mine? '
I knew not your times, your joys or your glum,
Yet your smile declares your heart heads my way,
Or else, promises more of you to come,
As rain that craggy lands of mine would pray;
But, storm you came, much more than I expect,
That swept me far away, then skyward flown,
Not one night, I, from sleeplessness protect,
For in white waters I might yet get thrown;
.......Not for floods, but sorrows that I bereave,
.......If dried up soon I'll be after you leave.
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