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Starboard


As I lay

in the waves of the ocean

surrounded by sailing boats

 

The sky

never seems to change pace

in this place

which I call my room

 

My bed floating

with the current

 

As nighttime falls

I drown beneath the sea

and sink just as Lusitania did

 

After traveling through a storm

my ship has sunk beneath the sea

 

With a treasure within

whom no one shall seek

the heart of the ocean

calm, resting

and asleep

 
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