Memories of Sails


Every tear wails
to get back
to the seas of belonging
this too is life
tossed and embattled
wet, the scurvy stings
we wrap ourselves
in memories of sails
that hold folds of calm waters
captains and deckmen
blink blink away the tears
horns shoot red into the black
still night, and we
we await the hope
of the lighthouse
this too is life ....


shalome � 2004
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