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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