I had thought
That it would be
Stories all the way

That I would sit
in wide eyed wonder
Casting aside all play

That your voice
Would fill my being
With whatever it wanted to say

The words would come
bearing tales
In gentle cascading relay

I would hear them sooth,
their rhythmic flow
Would wish the world away

They’d rock the boat
Anchored by us
In a timeless sheltered bay

Lulled by the lore
Ignoring siren shores
I’d spend my life in this sway


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