While
lovers kissed the boat got closer,
While the
wind blew it came nearer.
It crossed
my line of sight,
The sails
streamed by, but had no flight.
It moved
on the power of gasoline,
Not
currents, not wind, not even the human machine.
I smelled
the scent of the sea,
But the
gasoline was silent to me.
The ship
dwarfed the others as it blew it’s mighty horn,
Not of
vengeance, not of frustration, not of scorn.
The birds
circled, but drew no further,
The water
moved slowly, and the white was mirrored.
In the distance
I saw the city down south,
And on the
water was reflected the land and myself.
I heard
the crows, the crashing of waves, and the wails of children,
I heard my
heart softly beating,
And the
bliss of the moment was captivating.
Slowly,
slowly, the ship faded away,
But the
moment was inside me now and would most definitely stay.
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