Five Years Too Late

Five years too late

Our love affair

Seems to coincide again

I find myself

Crossing the Baltic Sea

North once more

I left my heart behind me

For a moment’s gaze

Is about to become

A debauched reality

Without awareness or reason

She emerged from the sea

As my canopy of Eden

And poison to which

I surrender

There is something about

These fluid waters

Creating an ignition of 

Craving to dedicate

A bonding word said

Remember my name

I’ll find you again

For your allure

Is what carries this current

In your direction

Descend into

The madness

You are my cure

My hope

And my only love

© David Greg Harth

16.02.28.20:40:00@BalticSea (Tallinn > Helsinki)