He sings his songs,
Six pieces strong:
A coin balanced on each eye.
The lull, it repeats
With trills just sweet,
What a peacful way to lie.
Tag: ferryman
Small Waves
You used to look
out over the harbour and tell me
about the boats waiting there.
You used to say
that they weren’t just vessels
for ferrying a person back and forth,
but vessels for transporting the lives of all the sailors
ever to have sailed,
worn into the salty residue on their hulls.
A lullaby to the ocean and its cast
of characters waiting forever for the last show
of the tour.
Treeshallow Musings 