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Wooden Ships

wooden ships float in the air

not in the deep green sea

where they are supposed to be

but high up, all the way up there

 

stiff sails, some are broken and mangled

gigantic mast holding it all as one

as the wave of clouds are here then gone

between the seaweeds green, they are tangled

 

wooden ships, I saw them leave

slowly, steadily, they went away

out of the edge into the bay

the fishermen struggled and heaved

 

they fly away into the sunrise, to the moon and beyond

out across the horizon, its silhouette forms

engulfed by the upcoming storm

rippling its reflection in the pond

 

wooden ships fly now towards home

rest easy and weigh anchor to port

let it reach the shore, make sure the ropes not all too short

you need not continue to roam

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Emotions of a Haunted Soul

I knock on wood and it knocks back, the eve of solitude has come to an end

Fear has marched away into the darkness

And what once was empty is now full

I can’t compliment all to fate, for it has sealed my sorrow so many times

Nor could I envy love

As its sweetness renders me motionless

I evaporate into the day, wilting ever so slowly

But I do not feel any bitterness

Alive and dead, at the same time

I rip open the sky and the sun shy’s away

Leaving rain and desolate coldness as it trickles down my spine

The marsh land turns into sea

While the soft singing wind whispers blindly

To hope and courage

Beating away cowardice and leaving

silence in its wake

Finally, when everything is said or have been expressed

it ends abruptly