Waiting For a Ship To Come In....

Hair caressing my face as if a lovers’ touch glare jolting iris A lighthouse forever broadcasting the warning debris flying above vortex vibrant glory rubbish has its beauty Steady watching and waiting a galleon its cargo of great worth Westerly gale howling against a hunters moon behemoth of the ocean crashing against the shore ghost voices on the wind lost ships living in the gale forever screaming rope be cast heave ho night after night waiting for a ship A westerly wind carrying fulfillment A precious cargo …. A dream that one day a ship might just come in ….