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Night Voyage

My rickety ship sings songs of slavery
Times long past brought back to the searching light
The wind has long since been carried out to the morgue
I sit and watch the rocks perform autopsies
On my only way out of this watery labyrinth
No walls, no traps, just infinity like a tablecloth
Covered with foods steeped in poison
Set before me, a ravenous prisoner
In tattered rags and well-dressed hunger.
The moon giggles silently
Staring amused at my lack of motion
Walking down the corridors of its airy mansion
The candle slowly fading into the distance.
Here sits I, awash in crystalline bitterness
Waiting for the wind's wings to blaze
And carry me on a flaming journey into the sunrise
For now, my rowing takes me but inches
My ship sings songs of servitude
Unwillingness melting in a glass of duty
That it sits and looks at while I lay and look at the stars.
Neither of us wishes to sit here
Yet we must make the best of it
So I row, and she creaks
And we get closer to dawn.




Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2007-02-20 at 19:29

Tags Metaphor  Journey  Ship 

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Zoya Zaidi
Beautiful poetry in every sense of the word!
Welcome to the bay dear Dominique from my side!
(((HUGS)))
Love, Zoya
2007-02-20