In The Silence Of The Night

there is an island that you cannot reach
it is mine
there is a boat that you cannot ride
it is mine
there is a star that you cannot reach
it is mine
there is his sorrow that you cannot fathom
it is mine
there is this joy, this bliss, this gladness
in my hearth

it is ours.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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