Another poem
I turned and looked
Her wall was bare
nothing to see
the feeling of loneliness,
hanging in the air
she comes to me in my dreams
she comes to me at night
my thoughts drift in her sea
my boat docked near the light in her eyes
dreams of her flapping in the wind
where are you on this dreary morn?
all the doors are nailed shut
I cannot make out your form through the keyhole
my boat shivers and collapses in a muddy rut
My hope never dulled, I will try again tomorrow