Elusive
When my eyes are closed
And my mind beings to stir
It appears to me.
Not as a distant image
floating on the open sea
Masqueraded by fog.
It is right in front of me,
Secured at dock,
The skies are clear,
The sun shining down.
All I need to do is board.
If only I could find the gangplank.
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