I have very few thoughts of my own. What little inspiration comes to me comes from the words of others and, most frequently, from you people. And believe me – you are ALL inspiring, for one reason or another. I can rarely summon more than snide comments upon other people’s posts and that is normally where they remain. Now and again I repost some of these comments not to draw attention to myself but rather to draw attention to thier origins.
In this instance I wish to draw your attention to Cyranny
Most of you, of course, are well aware of her talents already.
My response takes on a more melencholy tone than does hers as well as the nautical theme. And a few mixed metaphors, perhaps. Such is my mood.
Lend me your arm
Let me share in your calm
Will you shelter me during the night?
Lend me your hand
And please understand
That what’s wrong, may one day be right
Touch me again
In the wind and the rain
As the waves wash over our past
Let me mould with your form
As we weather the storm
As together we cling to the mast
What was over can start
If you lend me your heart
When again we catch sight of the land
When our ship comes to shore
You will love me once more
And together we’ll sleep on the sand