Descent
An old net dangling in the wind's face
Shake its sandy tears in empty arms
Caught nothing it could embrace
I taste the sea's salt charm
Trickle from my eyes
Red sunset now
Bleeding skies
A bow
Sunk
Sail
Not here
My dreams, pale
Ships of despair
These broken vessels
Of vows winds have destroyed
Tides and waves my life hassles
Holes too big in nets I employed
Against the silver fleet of dread fish
So we return at the and of day
To mark the spot of our demise
Where castled our dreams of clay
On seas breast to the skies
Melted foundations
And no time left
To build yet
A deft
joy
Life -
A net
A vain strife
Edging our bet
With arthritic hands
I should have tied my dreams
With better rope than these sands
Carried about on windy streams
Stead I, a frail net, blown by the breeze
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