Icicle ships of red and white
Float across the stars of night
Mid flight- they light their lanterns and the crew holds tight
By commanded captain locked in cabins
Captain met with questions by crews demand
Destined for dark
Though none know when it will pass
Despite the knowledge it eventually will
Permanently is the sensation they will forever stand cold and still
Wooden boxes, body shaped with each a memoir inside
Single large vessels that both glow yet hide
Deep without knowledge where- but in corners of our minds
When it passes back out- into the light
The crew and their ship have lost they're cargo and refined their captain
All of course despite what had happened.
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Cold Ships
PuisiThis is a very short poem- hidden behind its words is a topic we either know too well- or do not know yet Criticism and comments are appreciated- as this is my first publish and I am eager to improve my writing. Thanks all!
