Fickle
Shallow waters call to me,
blanketing my thoughts
She sings a song of the sea,
and carries me aloft
With mighty thrusts she knocks me flat,
and proceeds to lay her claim
No one can outrun her wrath,
when they are in her domain
One fickle ship, far below,
echos in the blue
Her storm abates, but still I wait,
for her to lay me too
3/29/05
©Hannahlore Starr
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