the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wooden Saint of the Sea

In the darkness of night,
A familiar wheel is your beacon of light.
Spinning,
Spinning.
You grin at the hypnotizing spin
And you want to stay home.
And in the drone of late night
You turn to the other side.
Your organized life seen by organized eyes
Sees no divide between ocean and sky.

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