what was once thought a blessing these hard walls
has become a prison
no longer protecting one from harm
but keeping at bay all that another’s love could bring
tall black waves
the city is an ocean
do not get dragged into the undertow
stay afloat
and swim to the shore
here comes a strong wind to fill my black sails
as you collapse on the shore
bound captured by the sea wall of love
the tide keeping you at bay
keeping you safe
you cannot swim these waters
only strong hulled ships with tattered motionless sails
rigged by the love broken hands of once strong men
can sail blind
foolishly
into her arms
our mother the ocean
and away from your love
zebrasindenver 