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Gulfport
© 1998 by Cassie von Braun and Robert J. Mooney
I was standing on the Silver Strip in Gulfport
Thermals were blowing in
The surf looked like a herd of wild, white horses
Plungeing to the shore
My thoughts were of some mundane business
Practical, assured
Without a sense of savor, even success can feel remote
A familiar dissatisfaction, like a band around the throat.
So far off the Silver Strip in Gulfport
The force that drove the waves
Could not affect the weather, here in Gulfport
As far as I could see
And I don't know how long I stood there
before I saw what amazing grace
Rolled up in stormwrack by the wild tidal race . . .
It was a tattered bunch of roses,
tied up in French ribbon and Queen Anne's Lace
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide
What do you call that stretch of time?
Is that forever?
That night we watched those roses drift away on a moonlight sea
Was just as real as yesterday,
More real than last week
In Gulfport, Mississippi
The Gulf of Mexico
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide
They say a storm in the Gulf of Mexico
Is a scream in the coupling of oceans
They say the gods are making love when lightning flashes
The gulf, restless heart,
The Gulf of Mexico's between us
Impossibly out of reach
Still you flooded my life again on that silver strip of beach
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide
What do you call that stretch of time?
Is that forever?
That night we watched those roses drift away on a moonlight sea
Was just as real as yesterday,
More real than last week
In Gulfport, Mississippi
The Gulf of Mexico
The stretch of time love can ride the Mississippi tide
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