Adrift

Shrip Boat

Quiet ocean whispers thirst
with salty, arid lips.

Silent sky dims the hope
of exotic breeze’s kiss.

Miles ahead nothing stirs
the flat line of horizon.

Tomorrow the winds arise,
fill my sails, to cup and sway,
a tiny craft I shall remain,
adrift a dream of yesterday.

SS Matthews
Feverish Dreams
Feverish Dreams
a poetry collection by SS Matthews
available at Amazon

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