The Ship


Starshine on a lonely night,

And calm seas to tide o’er,

Dark ink sky behind pure white sails,

And a shadowed moon that sinks lower,

Creaking wood and deck floors,

And the cry of gulls in the air,

Whisper of a breeze that ripples past,

As they circle ever near..

Hark the sirens,

They call tonight,

With voices of silver,

And figures made of light,

Low sweet songs,

Of an endless sea,

Of foamy waves,

Sailors who used to be..

The sky lightens,

As dawn draws near,

Shining on cruel jagged rocks

Inspiring fear,

But the light comes too late,

The ship is all broken,

The sailors already gone where dreams die,

And words are left unspoken


About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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