random thoughts:

beautiful uncertainty,
is there truth in it?


love's but a willowy ship
gliding along the loneliest nights.
who shall be the lantern on the shivery sands
to guide this ship through treacherous waves
and what if hope and i should falter
to leave us oceans apart.
but alas more woeful it is
to find the ship still docked in bay.
for out at sea though oceans apart
least we have
with love, with sigh
a dream of stars.

"for such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still ..."

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