Teacup

A million miles from anywhere

The eager waves do drag me down

Into the realm of dark despair

But they would never see me drown

 

The current raises up my soul

Buoyed by life’s more joyful side

As with the waves my spirits roll

Flowing, ebbing, with the tide

 

Until the time when I am washed

Upon a stony, sandy shore

The tempest of my once-life quashed

And of Selene aware no more.

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