Floating Away With You

She sees the words that float around my head
I think they fascinate her precious heart
She calls me when the girls are tucked in bed
The miles are there, but we are not apart
The only reason that the words can float
is not because I chose to put them there
They want to be composed into a boat
They want to take her safely, everywhere
My soul is like an ocean, vast and deep
I know it can be dangerous as well
My dreams are islands, when I’m fast asleep
My poems are the dreams I want to tell
She sees my words; she feels them when I write
I may not be her dreamboat, but I might!

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