We all at times find ourselves a float, setting sail and the need to anchor. Looking back twelve years ago, I can remember crossing a river to find a sea, climbing the hills to find a mountain. In many ways nothing has changed and everything has changed.
I sailed the blue,
found a cloud,
and I waited there
for you.
I sailed to the sea,
found your heart,
waiting there for
me.
Every door has a lock,
every lock has a key.
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