
Were I a ship of sail;
then my canvas would drape,
save the now-and-then flaps,
as my timbers flexed shape,
whipping sail into crack & snaps;
stilled within the water's keep,
alone but for my empty scream,
to wake within a waking sleep
becalmed where Poets dream.
"Alone but for my empty scream" - Ouch that's good
Wow! Such beautiful and powerful imagery in a few words - love lines 3 and 4.
peaceful, beautiful, wonderful. a text so full and yet so short. I like it very much!