Ocean Dreams

8 Nov

Weathered.

like battered old

leather;

sea salt embedded

in every fibre.

ancient mariners

spent landlocked lives

moored at the

Pier Head,

watching waves

while we

chased seagulls,

not to know

what distant ocean

dreams

had drawn their

silent vigil,

as the ships

passed by

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