Night is the Shipwreck

Night is the shipwreck
Your arms are the lifeboat
carrying me to safety
and shore

the night is purple with stars.

As we approach the shore
they cry out:
“Who is that?”

“My friend!” I shout.
“My friend, who saved me!”

“What a wonderful shipwreck!”
they shout back.

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