rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.