From an Ocean View
The sailors know like desperate souls
as lonely as the night
through thick and thin
on separate ends
I’m helpless in your eyes.
And my whisper shows no mercy.
And my thoughts get caught in lies,
for the ocean knows as plain as snow
in likeness as despair.
The Sun it speaks my language,
yet I haven’t got a clue.
I haven’t got a thing in life
except a point of view.
Like rock and stone; overthrown.
An hour does not matter.
On distant plains that call in vain
as if the night were still.
My thoughts could fade away;
sail on distant waves.
The road no longer holds the truth
from an ocean view.
© 2010 Terry Fatland
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