The ship
With its mast billowing
In the wind
Glides
As if an invisible hand
Is guiding it
The skies are blue
Blue
Like the eyes
That burn holes
In you
She
With all her glory
Blue eyes
And sure smiles
Holds out her pale hand
And says
'Come away with me'
You
With a head turned
And a heart
Burned
Hesitate
And then you reach
Your hand out
And touch hers
And you feel alive
She holds your hand
And as your feet
Lose contact with land
She smiles
A sweet, painful smile
You ask her
'What is it, my love?'
She answers
'You shouldn't have come'
You ask why
And she shakes her head
Her eyes soft, and sad
But they do not lie
When she says
'Once you get on the ship
there is no getting off'.
YOU ARE READING
kāi
PoetryThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
