On this bleak Visage of an odessy we glide to
destinations by whisp of wind and faith.
we are bound to the sea as she is bound to us
traveling like a tempest to the beat of the sirens
song.
When will this voyage end?
the cunning of the ship through the deep like a blade
sheading light on the bow as the hull begins to
faulter.
as homer eats his heart
my vessel becomes her
she becomes my vessel.
a crows nest eye wide
a view point into love
to the tune of the scavengers song.















Comments
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"We belong to the frozen world, when the ice, begins to thaw, becomes the sea, oh oh, you will see, how beautiful we, can be." - Emilie Simon
thanks i didn't think anyoine would like it
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I didn't know you could write poetry that well baby-doll!
Amazing imagery. I love the eating hearts part.
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