Friday, February 27, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I see a grey ship
Blown by a bent wind
Over a poison sea

Under stars that weep
As they watch it fade
Toward a barren shore

Buried in shadows
That slowly open
Like a door that lies

At the end of a corridor
From which there can be
No returning

But high on its mast
Sits a silent bird
Beneath the darkening sky

As if it’s a guide
To find the last path
Beyond the edge of sight

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