Friday, February 26, 2010

A Dream

This is a new poem I wrote today:

If I were a ship I would never take port.
Like a fish I would be, and not like a tree
with my roots all around, tangled down in the earth.
But, flying over the sea sealing the waves and the clouds
with one golden line of shimmery bliss.

To and fro I would rock like the tick of a clock
to the sound of the whales as they cry for their mothers.
And seafoam would feed all my shivers and timbers
till the one final day I might sink down with my treasures.

But no, I would never take port.

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