that lit the tavern door.
I heard another seeker's despair, under the new moon's dark downpour.
And in the warmth of light I heard you laughing, drawn close to the wine.
And once more I longed for you,
your singing, a nightingale divine.
Inside this prison, felt not alive,
and I needed air to breath, to strive,
And, out at sea drowning again,
in this whirlwind I am in.
Out to sea, like broken glass,
no ship to hold, ah but alas,
and once more the moon shone,
the water's light I found you on.
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