the brass ring
dangles beneath
the blue sky
always out of reach to those
who cherish it most
like a baited hook to
the fish below
the meal is ever enticing
to those who know
the hunger
of being without
like love to those
who havent tasted
it only the joy is
sought
never knowing heart ache
they know only
one blind side
only to be blind
sided
with an all
to often truth
and to be found
alone adrift
wondering
where the sea
will take them
next
always captain
to a ship
they cannot steer
set me free he bellows
his voice
cannot be over heard
from the waves
crashing
over the
worn decks
of a tired vessel
weakened
from the
unkind winds
of change
his sails
remain
tattered
his heart
remains tethered
to the sea
that loves
no more...


... writings from the tombs

looks like a good poem to me

Nice..........