by Derek Hart
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Since I Cannot Touch You
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It's all about a journey into the realms of adventure, fantasy and love.
Where will these winds take me?
As captain of this schooner grand,
Order sails unfurled to catch the breezes,
Compass course for lands unknown.
Come stormy gales from ocean wild,
Deadening calm of stranded hull,
Fight pirates, who steal and maim,
Masthead beauty to protect master and crew.
Set sail from harbor safe and sound,
Journey forth to seek adventure,
Without your smile and gentle caress,
Flounder aground on uncharted shoals.
Perhaps a buccaneer I shall forever be,
Corsair cresting waves racing forth,
Brigand with cunning and desire,
Yet whose flag shall I display?
With spyglass raised to eye to behold,
I cannot help but focus on thee,
Fairest woman on distant, unreachable shore,
Offer shelter for my soul to free.
Rapier drawn to cross swords with fools,
Will life be just a series of duels?
I seek so much more than can be described,
Yet from this deck I learned to fly.
Listen to the wind, my love,
How it comes from our backs,
Does not linger, but hurries on,
Keeps us searching, as we grow old.
So, I plant my blade in timber plank before me,
Embrace you with a rogue’s gleam,
Raise my head in laughter pure and warm,
Let us explore the seven seas hand-in-hand.
Where will these winds take us?
Anywhere you desire enough to go,
Distant lands that lay within your heart,
Would you care to steer for awhile?