Silently drifting
This ship, silent as a ghost,
only echo's of yesterday...
Perhaps a new season
will fill her hull with words
and rhyme or maybe it's
heading towards sand dunes
where it will lay marooned...
here I will stay near the lagoon,
where the echo's of yesterday
have passed and the sounds
of tomorrow are brewing;
When the ship has crumbled,
disappearing beneath,
with it's final bubble,
as the red skies shade
the evening dusk.
I will know tomorrow
arrived and I can rest
with the knowledge,
the sun has kissed me
farewell, bidding me adieu
to the sounds and words
embedded in the crust of the moon
where all sailors scribe
their destiny through the darkness,
from yesteryears,
through the dark ages,
till the light of daybreak;
they walk to shore,
to a new world
until the sun bids them,
adieu .....
