Ships

Come, come
There are ships we can get on
There are ships coming
I know what you are thinking but
We are just pretty, in-between things
Dark woods, white land
Snowy branches reach for your hand
Do not take them, please
I know what you are thinking but
Ships are coming
Stay a little longer with me
Explorers lost and in love with foreign lands
Are just heartbroken men
Do not feel bad for them
«Are you mine?» they ask, lips to wind
As yours as she has ever been