The Ship
They say there are shores Where the boats go to sleep But this one is a ship And its moorings it has snapped The ship is tired It wants to swim a dreamless sleep But the sleep is always disturbed By the memories of the storms gone past One, which was innocent as a wave Lulled by the promise of a shore Drifted away confused Eventually estranged in a maelstrom Which in time it will escape Another, a storm that was magic Whose lightning used to light up the night sky Which I know must be raging In some other sea Or did it get tired too and so lies dormant Without the storm How does the ship know From how many million pieces It can piece itself together And what lies in each one of the million And how does the storm know Which ship will rebuild itself To face the storm again and again From the ashes That it was reduced to For all their passion They don't last the night And neither sees the morning sun They both go home The sea shelters them at it...