Day 18 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘Ghost-Ship’

She floats past like a ghost-ship,
a vessel with no memory,
casting further into a dream.

But as a dream you are enough;
a phantom to roam the dark,
as I stir in my sleep,
as I kiss you clean.

You are the tiny fingers,
holding me together,
pushing me past my winters –

But in summer she sprints distance;
the few yards that remain.
I wash back on the shore,
and watch her sails drift away.

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