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You well up within me.
You tip and toss my fragile boat.
You make me write this frantic note.
I swirl and dip and bob.
Behind your ship and on your lake,
I sink and slip beneath your wake.
Though I could live, should live
Why would I live without your love?
It’s rained on me from up above.
Mornings are cold and damp.
Days are dreary and nights too long.
My heart still hopes to hear your song.
I look, stare and listen.
My phone and you refuse to ring.
My only wish? To hear them sing.
The world is without walls.
There’s not one thing to hide behind.
The earth, I know, will not be blind.
I wish I could say it.
It’s done, over, I’m through with you.
But that’s a lie, it’s just not true.
It’s well past 4 A.M.
This evening looks like there’s no sleep.
Instead, it seems I’ll sit and weep.
Lastly, what’s six, eight, eight?
That’s your, not my, mountain to climb,
And proof to you I count the time.
Broke'n China 
No greater courage is there for the sake of love than to set it free with hope that it may return.
Great poem, Peter. Your passion is evident.
-Alan
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Thank you, Alan. Your frequent encouragement means more to me than you know. Any idea what the title means?
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That I would like to know. Intriguing.
-Alan
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Alan that’s interesting and reassuring. I was certain and disappointed it was painfully obvious, but if you don’t see it, it’s a fair guess most others don’t either. I will say the answer lies within the poem. 😀
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I will search it out. Often it is most obvious the second time around.
-Alan
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I looked up the #688 on line. It refers to an angel. Am I close, Peter? A Sun sign.
-Alan
A poet’s true meaning is often hidden. A neat way to unburden without revealing.
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Alan, you attribute to me a greater depth than I deserve. No search, no research and no outside source is required. In fact, I doubt anything outside the poem itself would be helpful. Helpful?
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The only people who lack depth are those who make no effort at all. Peter, in your effort lies your depth.
-Alan
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I’ll take your word for it, Alan. 😉
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