by Steve Tanham
There are sails in an upstairs window
Whose cloth never tasted the spray
Of an ocean long lost in memory
And a happier, faraway day
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She sailed in his heart to the sunset
Where the end of their world fell from sight
At ninety degrees to his life-line.
And down to a watery night
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He waits now, his captain’s badge polished
His blazer emblazoned with gold
For the tide that will take him night sailing
And allow the small sails to unfold.
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©Stephen Tanham 2020
Sun in Gemini 
This is very lovely, Steve.
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Thank you, Robbie. Simple sentiments…
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A beautiful story, Steve…
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Thank you, both. And for the reblog 😎
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A lovely poem ❤
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Thank you, Alethea ❤️
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Lovely Steve!
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That’s kind, thank you!
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Beautiful…
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