I am a boat

Boat without wind 
Undone of two sails,
Spread and unfurled, 
Listening to the passing of time.

“Oh waves,” cry I,
Come pay me the night,
For I’m ever lonely,
And linger patiently on your caress.

Come, fear the depart,
Might I’d known her betrayal,
I’d pursue not her metronome,
But yours upon my beating heart.

Come, let them not pass,
For the decades to come,
To find me untouched,
Idle and martyred.

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