Drake's Island
Distant dreams do dare to derail my train of doubts,
Eyes gobbling the cobbled stone streets seen,
Leading to a shop filled of things tagged with alloted time
But the tickle of the wind next to sea bound vesels,
and the smell of their work that feeds our souls,
Is what brings a little peace into focus,
When I'm unceasingly searching for my goals.
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
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