1.29 Sailing
Tossing and turning, rolling and churning,
Up and down, round and round,
Pounding forwards and onwards through the crashing waves,
Shrouded by the engulfing mists of the eerie fog;
Rain beating heavily down.
The day has dwindled and died;
Replaced by the bleak and dreary dark.
In this empty and barren desert of water
There is a terrible void;
A lack of compassion and mercy,
The sea holds no love for life
Nor any warmth or forgiveness.
Monotonously drawing nearer and nearer into the approaching unknown;
There is only one thing I yearn for,
The one thought that drives me on, filling me with inspiration,
I long for your touch, to once more feel your body against mine;
Locking and embracing forever, linking through the bonds of friendship.
For now, I pound further along;
Tossing and turning, rolling and churning,
Up and down, round and round,
Pounding forwards and onwards through the crashing waves.
Alone.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Up and down, round and round,
Pounding forwards and onwards through the crashing waves,
Shrouded by the engulfing mists of the eerie fog;
Rain beating heavily down.
The day has dwindled and died;
Replaced by the bleak and dreary dark.
In this empty and barren desert of water
There is a terrible void;
A lack of compassion and mercy,
The sea holds no love for life
Nor any warmth or forgiveness.
Monotonously drawing nearer and nearer into the approaching unknown;
There is only one thing I yearn for,
The one thought that drives me on, filling me with inspiration,
I long for your touch, to once more feel your body against mine;
Locking and embracing forever, linking through the bonds of friendship.
For now, I pound further along;
Tossing and turning, rolling and churning,
Up and down, round and round,
Pounding forwards and onwards through the crashing waves.
Alone.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey