#quay
There are quays for, for
passers-by: the spectators --
and the cargo boats.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
Once upon a time forgotten,
on a shore where’st memories be rotten,
a foul salt lies upon the waters of life,
a distant thought of a lasting strife.
But that is the past, and though it shall remain,
become mindful, become present - peaceful and sane,
without the past, with present, it is your future that you save,
peace upon these sands and ocean! grief gone like a wave.
Although it still exists, The brine not sincere,
it is not a problem any longer, not a problem here.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
I watch the waves
Crashing down below
I see the lighthouse
Lighting up the snow
I watch the sunset
Slipping out of sight
I see all the ships, make
Portraits in the night
I watch the stars intently
As colour fills my eyes
Tears of amazement
In wonder of the skies
I leave the embers glowing
I let my feet lead the way
Following the imprints
Along the rustic quay
I rest upon the harbour
I see your face appear
My is heart beating, racing
As we meet along the pier
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC