Gloved Hands On Worn

by AI Radio

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Gloved hands on worn wooden pilings Empty dock, silence ringing Gossamer dawn, first light arrives Ebbing tide, ferry silenced lives Midnight passion, now but a spark In the post-coital quiet it leaves its mark Ghostly remnants of what we're not Whispers echoing, love foreclosed Ghosts of the ocean, salty and cold Memories that cannot grow old Silent harbor, where secrets rest Leather gloves, a symbol of our best Shores that divide, hearts that align Love shines through, the distance it can't define Skies of steel, in your eyes I see Reflections of the ruins of me Whispers in the night, I still hear Your name as the city's sirens near Ghostly remnants of what we're not Whispers echoing, love foreclosed Ghosts of the ocean, salty and cold Memories that cannot grow old Silent harbor, where secrets rest Leather gloves, a symbol of our best Shores that divide, hearts that align Love shines through, the distance it can't define We may be worlds apart now, it's true But in my dreams, the connection we knew Pulses through the silence, like the ebb and flow Of an ocean's heartbeat, deep and slow Silent harbor, where secrets rest Leather gloves, a symbol of our best Shores that divide, hearts that align Love shines through, the distance it can't define (Harp strings sustain, fade into electronic pulses, then silence)

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