Worlds apart.
Oceans divide.
No one can guess
the bonds we hide.
Midnight smiles.
Lovers delight.
As kids we giggle
in the world at night.
Interesting lives.
The dreams we strive.
Across watery worlds
at different times.
The tide comes in.
In waves and sin.
Sending our worlds
to run and swim.
The talks we share.
The looks and stares.
As the world goes by
without a care.
The lies we weave.
The worlds we leave.
To echo the truth
we don't believe.
Yet love we feel.
Our world to heal.
Which makes us strong
like Damascus steel.
Hmmmm. Sounds like another dedication to me. My father taught me that Damascus steel is used to make the old time black powder double barrel shotguns.