I sailed an Ocean, unsettled ocean Through restful waters and deep commotion Often frightened, unenlightened Sail on, sail on sailor -Brian Wilson Longing Hold on to the thread The currents will shift Glide me towards You know something’s left And we’re all allowed To dream of the next, Oh, the next time we touch. … Continue reading Sail On, Sailor
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