Thursday 11 September 2014

At the Docks

The sun meets the ship at the horizon,
The ship says goodbye, sailing to lands of fortune.
The ship has long gone as dusk approaches,
 I wait- waiting for the ship to return with the sun.

But that ship has long sailed,
And even the harbour lights are dying.
The sea is a giant wall, between the ship and me,
Choking the life out of breaths.

Ship , breath, light long gone,
Now the watery wall and I remain.
Watery walls , watery eyes, watery musings,
More water than the sea that floats my ship.

The sea sleeps calmly like a child,
And my mind turbulent like a storm.
Peace on the outside, Noise on the inside,
Will this ever play in rewind?


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