Distant Belongings (Collab with Joe)

Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...
Perhaps both of us became foreigners;
You, a hunter of wearied ships,
yearns to conceal the sea;
I, a homeless feather hiding to heal.

Floating from coast to coast,
waiting to be lifted away.
You soar with ease to uncover
what you please,
I soar in despair, with broken wings.

And I wonder...
Is it your soul, in the air I breathe,
or is it the longings in my grief?

For I recall the past, at the banks of your shores,
where you stumble with relief as I drop -
into further unclothed years.

Bare, I surrender my thoughts to the sea
in hope that I'll be free.

-alas

rain visits and leaves, loading my heart,
my soul with memories of you
that I barely recognize to recall.

For I, the second stranger, rests on
the edges of your door tapping pitifully
once a day, wondering if it's you who
once breathed there,
and at times I have to admit,

I do not distinguish anymore.

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By: Italian Stallion and ZBrillant aka Ms sunShine

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