Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Ship In a Storm

Are you ready?
The sun is setting
And yet you stand still,
Save for the movement of your chest,
Like small waves on the shore.
The sky isn't red this night,
No Sailor is taking delight.
They've taken the pub,
Where I'm watching you from.
Your hair is up,
It isn't caught by the rising wind,
Those sails are hoisted.
But still you pull, then turn into it,
Waiting for it to begin.

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