The squeaky vessels echo in the night, like unfulfilled promises lay down in sweat; Water drenching sorrows beneath a circular moon, beaming down upon a motherless sea.
Moist black peaks of infinite wisdom, spreading miles of crustaceous desire; Claw-like anchors break with the tide, while the dock light grows dimmer, magnifying emptiness.
Sandpipers sound sweet as loves' first kiss, as the harbor bell calls home the lost souls; Drifting away on a cavernous wake, into the ocean of unspoken loneliness.
As I lay down a breeze caresses my cheek, and I turn toward the light of the moon; I awaken to a vibrant egg-yolk sun, and feel inspiration, instead of perilous gloom.
Hi Kathleen, thanks so much for sharing your poems with us! It's interesting to note that both were written several years ago. This poem is rich with mental imagery and brings to my mind images as I read your poem and how the emptiness and loneliness of the night transformed into daylight of hope.
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