A Dream

The ships have sailed. I think it's fair to say
I'll never see Byzantium. Its great bazaars
Will ring with voices I won't hear. Its
Soaring buildings will not feel the steps of my
Uncovered feet. The gestures of the whirling
Dancers will draw neither my eyes nor whatever
I have in my purse. I age. I'll tend the fire here,
My children will be near me in the darkness,
Comfort for the one who'd always dreamt he'd
Catch the ship to far Byzantium.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-28 at 02:47

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