Wind

The empty harbor
Echoes of the forlorn heart
A wail of Sirens

Seagulls taken flight
Lift against the heavy wind
Driven from the shore

My breath escapes me
Icey in the morning mist
The fog clings to me

The wind, whispers lies
Fate blows cold over the deep
Ghost ships gone to sea

The broken mind swings
Raise the cup, drink salt-water
Laughter and madness

 

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