Boat Adrift
June 1, 2024
Alas, our boat had
Drifted long till days blurred one
Into another
Endless, with salt breeze resting
On hot skin briefly, then gone
What were we to do?
Dream of Heaven, or lost loves?
Make confession…die?
We closed our eyes to calm thoughts
Of Yesterday, Tomorrow
For sundown coming
Nigh was gentle rose-gold sky
To comfort tired hearts
And shallow water lapped boat
As though singing lulla-bye
While stars were dressing
Clouds for evening’s brighter fete
Angels’ wings wispered…
Our boat drifted, drifted still
Souls sifting dreams like fine sand
©Pilar Brook, 2024
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