Time and tide cannot an anchor be
for the ship we ride is adrift upon a darkening sea.
Clear sky above, black water below
up is the direction that our aspirations inevitably go.
And yet no wind blows in our sails,
no breath to lend us guidance.
So here we stand, aboard the still and shattered deck,
with nothing but a secret and our feelings left inside us...
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
Time and tide cannot an anchor be
for the ship we ride is adrift upon a darkening sea.
Clear sky above, black water below
up is the direction that our aspirations inevitably go.
And yet no wind blows in our sails,
no breath to lend us guidance.
So here we stand, aboard the still and shattered deck,
with nothing but a secret and our feelings left inside us...
I found this while perusing an external hard drive of mine. I stumbled upon a small cache of saved poems that I had written back in 2006 (that would put me in senior year of high school).
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