Other Sunsets

Breathless night

Kept close with two hands

Faraway places

And prayers for safety


A small boat rests on the water

I am sitting with you there

Speaking of other sunsets

Of winds so powerful

Tears dry too fast to cry


We laugh

The boat sits so close listening

My smile slips

I take your hand and smile again


The river is laid out like a journey

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The levels of meaning in this

The levels of meaning in this poem are very profound.