It’s a funny thing
to be mystified by lightning on the Sangres
because I love the sea

Cliffside, dockside
Both call to me, joyfully

Freedom is
pulling anchor
drifting away

Heart’s desires
deceive me though
My boat is drydocked

Look baby
there’s a hundred thousand places to be
they all call to you and me

Come to this dock
meet me at the Point
let’s look to the edge

See where the sky meets land

Published by Adam

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