Best Poems Written by Tom Stanton

Thesan

Oars and jars in place, 
sails ready to blossom, 
map drawn as a moon. 
Chinese character, rhythm of life,
painted on the hull.

It is strange that I see.
On every mornings breeze. 
That there’s always a doorway. 
To you.
It is strange every time. 
It is always on the line. 
And the door.
It is open.
For you.

Come morning, 
Come morning, 
we set sail.

Copyright © Tom Stanton | Year Posted 2020