Ship Graveyard
The time of sailing ships is past
New faster automatic vessels upon old ships shadow cast
There are still few ships that have sailing mast
But they are different from one’s from the past
In the graveyard of old ships seaweed covers every bow
And through ragged sails wind will sometimes blow
In the darkness the eyes of strange creatures cast an eerie glow
Ships are covered by swamps where marigold will grow
The ships however remember the glory of long ago
They have in their souls one more go
As Spanish moss covers the graveyard like snow
In the mists the ship of Blue Falcon like Flying Dutchmen shows its bow
The beasts of time have eyes with strange glow
But time is different in this graveyard it has different flow
Not necessarily that it moves more slow
But rather it underlines glory of ships soul not only new, immortal but ultimate reflection of each bow
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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