I hold a book, but don't see the pages
As I sit staring through the glass;
The maritime phases hypnotize
And carry visions of my past
Reveries and Childhood Dreams
That flow and ebb against the draft.

Alors! Take heed this and learn
The longings that you breed
Forever brightly burn.

Like a child I perchanced to dream
Of a beamish foreign land.
I could start anew, stretched at the seam
To Berlin or Amsterdam
So I drew myself a little scheme
In a castle made of sand.

Alors! Take heed this and learn
That at which you stare
Stares back at you in turn.

The thoughts consume, they devour me
With promises untold
And many fancies of what can be
To bat away the cold,
Calming myself for the grave
As I grow bitter old.

I can spend no more days in Daydream
Thinking far beyond the seas
Planning dead adventures
Of frabjous possibilities

So a plane takes off with an empty seat;
A mold is cast and decision made.
(I held a book, but saw no pages
As the brittle wind outgrabe.)

I feel a sour glare upon my back
Of something still unknown.
It stares at me from across the Ocean
As I sit here still alone.

03/21/2011

Posted on 03/21/2011
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