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Boats Passing In The Night
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Boats Passing In The Night

I look for any sign,
dark pupils hope
as shades of gray appear,
blurs growing into blue,
and it is really you.
My darling when you write
I sleep and dream of much,
like sailboats in the night
so close, they never touch.
And did you hear the rain,
each dropp a little drum
to raise the spirits' soul,
asleep from too much rum.
Hush now, my love and sigh
let lanterns be your light,
it is the winds that cry,
near sailboats in the night.

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And did you hear the rain, each dropp a little drum to raise the spirits' soul, asleep from too much rum. This part certainly woke the poem into life. nice poem, keep penning!