I whittle words to pass each quiet hour,
rhythmic memories, lapping gentle waves;
forgive the city - starving dreams - devour
wondrous, fragile heartbeats for heartache craves.
Dark roasted beans brew beneath high tower;
traffic lights dance to pedestrian braves;
up-town calls down-town taxis deliver
and you, and I, dared such dreams forever.
Exotic stories in our sails lent breeze,
afternoons carried off - finest places:
From waltzing balconies to cresting seas,
falling beat of jungle heat - painted faces.
As curtains remained closed in morning tease,
we mapped our journey in tender traces
for welcomed warmth against November rains -
watch love replayed in symphonic refrains.
The sunrises, sets casting silhouettes;
reflections combine words untouchable;
ripples disturb waters - one wish forgets
this bay, for me and you, achievable.
But cross-town traffic breathes dead end regrets
up-town boys with their yachts affordable –
diamonds on silk sorrow spent tomorrow;
time to set sail - I have dreams to follow.








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