THE BOATSWAIN / Poem by Maria Miraglia

Poem by Maria Miraglia
Warm is the evening air
but grave the silence
while wanders your thought
to distant times
Nothing remains of the boatswain
ready to set sail
and cross the seas
strong the call of distant lands
of exotic sounds and scents
fading are the memories
of the nights
under the starry skies or
stained with dark clouds
of your awakenings
to the cries of the seagulls
Old and tired
from your lonely house
You turn now the gaze
where the sky
like a devote lover
the sea kisses
and sad ask yourself
what you will find
over that horizon
Maria Miraglia
Nov. 20 2021

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