Sails
"Sails"
Running along
the cliff edge
like dirt music
racing sharks
in the shallows
he wrote
his messages
on walls
tall ships
breezing
in the sales
torn pages
pinned
to the flip side
walking the floors
of Freedom
recording notes
moving his fingers
along the day
like he’s playing
the keys of a piano
the words
and music
of his life
flying swiftly away
like blackbirds
in his brain
a tall ship
pushing through
towering waves
broken mast mended
he's a captain at the wheel;
a Kingfisher
watching over him
hidden high in the
sails
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
sales.
sails.
freedom.
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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