ALWAYS LESS

What our hearts
To human happiness
Yield is always less
Than the full moon
Yields to an October lake.
Up there, down here,
All my ideals
Begin to sound
Like former allies.
But what I allege is this:
Ten minutes alone with you
On one broken boat
Under blurry skies and
Faint galaxies
Is worth ten thousand
Years of
Unbroken
Promises

Sander Zulauf

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