Ships

Come, come

There are ships we can get on

There are ships coming

I know what you are thinking

But we are just pretty, in-between things

Dark woods, white land

Snowy branches reach for your hand

Do not take them, please

I know what you are thinking

But ships are coming

Stay a little longer with me

Explorers lost and in love with foreign lands

Are just heartbroken men

Do not feel bad for them

"Are you mine?" they ask, lips to wind

As yours as she has ever been