Poetry

Sunday 6 February 2022

The land of the rising sun

 Her eyes are closing

As mine are just opening

And in hers all the rivers have shone

In mine they are bleeding into the ocean

Out to the land of the rising sun


Will we ever be together

Forever chasing that horizon down

Here it is ever a setting sun

There they are always getting things done

Well we're chasing forever like a ship

That's untethered and sails

To the land of the rising sun


I hope I'll meet her maybe tomorrow

Maybe when Gods will is done

Then our roads will ever, be together

In the land of the rising sun

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