It - one I felt was me - repost from just before cut-off

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Open Poetry #34

It - one I felt was me - repost from just before cut-off

DavePage
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since 2003-12-21

Posts 2917

0 posted 2004-10-20 02:44 PM

It’s been a long night
I’ve danced with genies
On galleons of blue crested salt
Blood dripping onto ropes
To send a sacrifice to the seas
And tender hands
Will old salts become

I’ve filled myself with rum
On an off-watch
To dream of odds
And songs, stories, voices
To a life
Of men I turn my back on
And trust

With thoughts and dreams
Yet I am still unfulfilled
In my hammock
Swaying in the words and wisdom
Of old salts
And watch
As the watch on a dog watch

I see a start of red
My mouth I always dread
And now my life
Kisses what I fear
Tied for my thoughts
The world is my orb
As I wish it to be

Kissing the world
With movement
Of dreams
Of a day
When dawn
Calls me
Away from tiredness

Then what of my dreams
My day has dawned
My spirit soars
To fly
Where no man
Can fly
To see this day

J.Samm
Member

since 2004-01-12

Posts 415
Iloilo City, Philippines