Monday, March 15, 2021
If I can't be your beacon,
let me be your bay,
if not your bay,
your shore,
or hoist your arms up wide
and hold my breeze.
Let me carry you
and you me.
Whether we stand apart,
deep seas between us,
or sail atop them,
shipmates,
we sing the only melody
either of us knows,
our voices wide
and high.
love notes
a ritual to start the work week