Guest guest Posted January 29, 2002 Report Share Posted January 29, 2002 I list the silent running of my heart with a bow wave far fetched by fear, foundered by friendly fire, sweet tears. Sometimes this diving drops and shell shocked flops, downward to trim and true, my course in You. The sum times of these accidents at sea, grow less my love, as I grow less in thee, and throw abandoned, my hopes away as a willing case and castaway. To dare this trackless life within your porpoise leaping prayer, I submarine this holy strife to dive belly up, in Your deep blue gyre. love eric Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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