Friday 15 November 2013

Random V

Lean from the starboard
of your ship.
The sea is rolling, calmly
each moment, defined,predestined, identical
The full moon makes it a mirror,
an icy blue mirror.
Don't look down, at the sea
the tendrils of your hair
might cleave it,
might break the mirror.
Just look ahead,
reflect the icy realms
of Atlantic in your eyes.

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