| COME SAIL WITH ME, MY LOVE I have no right, my love, to ask that you sail with me, And to risk all that we have, on some wild and choppy sea. For winds blow foul and fair, and the sea whips up its foam, aboard a wooden vessel that would take us far from home. Love, a dream has hold of me, and I ache for that unknown land. How I yearn to hold and touch, what lies beyond my very hand. But a dream that I dream alone, one without you by my side, would be a dream to toss away, right into the outgoing tide. That dream of winds and silver sails, on a journey across the sea, has you beside me all the while, my love, my own Lucretia Lee. Love, come join me in my dream, and come, please sail with me. Our love and dreams can bring us there, to that golden world across the sea. copyright 2000 by Roland Ricker |
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| This poem is dedicated to my ancestors Richard and Lucretia Lee. |
| midi is "Ebb Tide" |