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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 ….
Copyright ©
Jayne Eggins
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