Dropping off on foreign shores.
It’s a new land.
New but a million years old.
And what of my woman?
Lost beauty of untold dreams,
Yes. she is here, too.
Melding her body into mine
As I take the final step.
There!
A tight fit.
But I made it.
I’ve crossed over
And gone.
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