shipwrecked

i hear the moon shining through its phases

back home, the leaves that are falling,  i can’t stop them.

can you hear me?  –  through these waves i carry away

found is only a compass that points in all direction lost

 

through these sails,  tattered and worn

never  taking me back to where i thought once conquered

shipwrecked are beliefs once conceived in an empty belly of  blind echoes

dreaming of a change that turns  this ship around

 

not one or another can you find at the helm,

mutiny found in a soul – party of one

only am i,  captain of this ship,

only i can lift my hand and steer this vessel into the oncoming daylight

 

i hear the moon shining through its phases

back home, the leaves that are falling,  i cant stop them.

shipwrecked are these hopes

dreaming of a change that can turn this ship around

 

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

 

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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One Response to shipwrecked

  1. S.C. Hickman says:

    nice use of metaphors 🙂

    Like

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