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for the captain once again

it’s something like a love letter,

the bard thinks to himself,

draping a well-worn jacket

over the captain’s shoulders

 

you’ve returned to me again

followed that bright beam

from an island lighthouse

out of the ocean depths

 

and over the wooden floorboards

to this table,

laden with the kind of soft

cookies you like,

and just the right amount of rum

 

and certainly there must be

a kind of magic imbued

in the way the captain

glances at the bard

with a twinkle in his eye

 

that hints at the star

he used to be,

when he sailed towards

a much closer horizon

 

and watching the captain

wrapped in his coat for a change,

the bard remembers why

he fell in love with the captain

all over again

 

and when the captain

has sailed out upon that 

vast and salty ocean once again,

the bard will press his face

into a jacket sleeve that

 

the smell of the captain

still lingers on,

and pretend that fabric

were his wind-worn skin instead

 

and think to himself, yes,

there is surely something like a love letter in this