Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Ship of past joy

I want to sail on a ship of past joy.

Somewhere on to a far away island
so deep in my nested dreams,
etching on the dim white sand,
where joy bursts from the seams.

I sailed on a ship of past joy.

Amidst seas, flowers and their hives of bees.
kneeling against the tides of time.
I carefully dotted the i's and crossed the t's.
a penny for my thoughts, an idea for your dime.

As I run aground my ship of past joy.

A flash of light, a treacherous noise.
Torn from want, to need, I bleed
a decade ahead to reality.
no thoughts, hopes, for posterity.