(Some of the work that comes from my 1997 files is better than others. This is not one of my favorites, but I am facing the things I tucked cleanly away in folders years ago. It’s time to do something with this stuff.)
Can you open your heart?
Can you open your mind?
I can.
I think.
My heart is the anchor,
to my mind’s sailing free.
Will you lift the anchor?
Will you help me sail?
Together we can glide through open seas
You
and
I
Can you let it go?
Will you even try?
Then take my hand…
for one is tied behind my back.
Oh my god. Now I’m just getting mad. These need to be published
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