Sparing the seas
but slicing through the wake.
Chasing the river upstream,
I caught a sight of a boat.
It was white with green.
A simple name, taken in context
that reminded,
there exists an angel
who's wings beat solely for me.
She is still in the morning light
chasing cobwebs from her dreams
and remembering peace.
She doesn't wake when I leave,
but is up and waiting
when the drapes part
and I am back on feathered feet.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
and ascent makes my arms ache,
but never have I ever
longed so much for forever,
as long as she stays there,
to greet me...
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