Second Hand Tales
Searching the waves for a lost ship
Second Hand Tales
Second Hand Tales
The vessel tossed and turned,
O’r the fields of melting blue,
Into torrents of foam and chaos
Slowly devouring time and existence
Rolling to the vibrations of energy,
Living and breathing through the brine,
The ship grasps onto the fight.
Picturing a brightly coloured outcome
Nigh two days pass as the storm rages,
It hollows and consumes;
The souls upon the craft,
They cry and howl to the stars and moon.
Soon tides subside,
Rain turns to rays of warmth,
Echoes of the wind can be heard,
But not felt in the tranquility.
One soul is left aboard
To tell a fantastical tale,
Of a voyage and undertaking
Wit’ godly proportions to be told
Sadly, the tales are in vein.
It is impossible to grasp language
With the grace and determination of nature,
The navigator is merely there for the ride.