A small boat

A small boat

carrying my message

is travelling across the vastest of seas

Tonight I will sleep without my muse

I will wait for the message to reach

before I talk of the breeze making melodies

of the night falling on the boat

of the message being broken and redone by the waves

of the tiny boat with a small light hanging by its roof

Tonight I will not talk of the many stars

falling on the sea

of the music playing under the skin of earth

I will not talk of the moving horizon

I will sleep without my muse

ignoring the birds flying east

the rays of moon striking the hills

of men wearing colors and moving towards

day

Tonight I will wait for the tiny boat to reach

I will sleep without my muse.

Shringi

May 23, 2011

Painting by an unknown artist taken from popartmachine.com