For the Love I’d Fallen on
Not quite the Atlantic
Two ranges between
Landlocked in a way
These keys can’t redeem
And as separation grows
The same I’ve yet to be
For you are in the mountains
And I am by the sea
A field or the tide
Is all we need
To be brought out
Of this lonely sleep
When you sit in your shops
Reading notes carried through
Scheming plans of embrace
When I’m brought back to you
Silence, when the sound closes in
Haunted by dimming lights and emptiness once again
-Donald Brubaker
For the Love I’d Fallen on
Not quite the Atlantic
Two ranges between
Landlocked in a way
These keys can’t redeem
And as separation grows
The same I’ve yet to be
For you are in the mountains
And I am by the sea
A field or the tide
Is all we need
To be brought out
Of this lonely sleep
When you sit in your shops
Reading notes carried through
Scheming plans of embrace
When I’m brought back to you
Silence, when the sound closes in
Haunted by dimming lights and emptiness once again
-Donald Brubaker
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