I found a place to hide
In her neck
My beard tickled
But wasn't in the way
I never read my book
There was always
Something to say
The conversation was deep
The landscape was rolling
Couldn't get any sleep
While Roy was patroling
And the night
Slowly turned
Into day
We went for a walk
Ten steps or so
Took a breather on deck
Though we didn't know
At what time
Our friend Roy
Would be leaving
We saw the sun rise
To then see it set
As our one way came to an end
But the love we were losing
As we left the train
We knew
Would soon be returning
And on our way back
With life in our laps
We smiled
Because we knew
The sun always sets
And the sun always rises
And we don't always have such a view
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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