Harbored
As I look from my window
Across the morning stilled harbor
Little boats lie stranded
On a shore without a sea
The morning mist
Like some great sleek ghost
With fingers spreading out touching
and caressing the empty tidewaters there
Perhaps looking for lost treasures
A lone tern
with narrow slender wings
circles the brumous October morn
In pursuit of the riches
Looking for that silvery shining gold
To light and ease up this burning feeling
The wind beneath my wings
The love that keeps pouring, it overflows
5 Jan 2008
JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harbored/
