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Rowboat
Dreams woven with silk and hopes netted with silver
Fears under the bed and tears made of flowers
Wings threaded of lace and thoughts strung with pearls,
All packed in my little rowboat
It wobbled and swerved with delightful freedom
Smiling at the oranges and purples of the sky
Tasting the salt and the blue of the ocean
Remembering when it first took off
And I sang it to sleep.
I suppose I must have slept too,
For I don't remember a thing
Dozing and dreaming and hoping
Playing with my toys and staring at the ceiling
Wondering what would it be like if i were up there?
When did I grow wings and decide
That I would jump off of my little rowboat
And leave it in its slumber, rocking and swaying
With my precious tokens inside,
As I flew off the horizon and into
The place I must call paradise?
I left my rowboat behind.
