i've lost you.
and i don't know if you're hiding in castles or caves,
or watching shooting stars from mountain tops,
whether your hands are soothing fields of wheat
or keep busy covering your mouth,
stopping the vernacular from spilling out.
it is either this lake or that ocean
that is holding you hostage,
and i wish with all of my soul that I could somehow
find a way to build you a sailboat.
you will float on.
you will float ahead.
when you finally reach where you want to be,
send me smoke signals so that I know you are finally free.
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