The Flying Dutchman
Writing by Green Guy on Saturday, 15 of March , 2008 at 7:20 pm
by Kris Dibou, warrior poet/pirate
A captainless ship flew past my watch,
A sign of things to be;
Where once the ship sailed straight and true,
Where once she sailed free;
She wanders lost on ragged seas
And seems to lose her way;
And she never sinks beneath the waves
No harbor found, nor quay.
That she floats, is it enough?
Can that be all she needs?
Or is it best that she should sink
and keep her dignity?
And should some captain snag a line
And pull himself within;
Will the ship find port at last
And end her wandering?
Or is it the wandering that defines
Who she truly is?
And if she ceases meandering
Is it death’s sweet kiss?
And as I stared out in the night
and watched her shadow fade,
I felt the fear and loneliness
In the wake she made.
copyright (c) 2008 - Kris Dibou - used by the gracious permission of the author.
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