She the Ship
She, the ship sets sail across the sea.
Topside the moon peeks through ports sides,
Mice scurry across the floor lay below thrice.
Soft wind blows the sail aloft,
Nearby island views a joyful cry.
Wrong or right a strong wind I long,
Stone away my dreams unknown.
Alone I lie open to the sea twice eyes shown,
Blind to the ruby sky my mind finds
Topside on the deck refined at eventide.
7/3/2020
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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