Ships in the Night

Tonight here in the old stable

The weather worsens

Wind rattles loose boards

Pulls at rickety wooden panels

Pushes at the doors

Tugs the roof

Rain casts itself in waves

On windows

While I lie here

Dreaming of storms on the high seas

Knowing when I wake

I’ll be back safe alongside

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CLP 09/01/2020

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité