Dockside Lament - Visitor's Poem

by Kathleen Marie Drew
(NY, USA)

The squeaky vessels echo in the night,
like unfulfilled promises lay down in sweat;
Water drenching sorrows beneath a circular moon,
beaming down upon a motherless sea.

Moist black peaks of infinite wisdom,
spreading miles of crustaceous desire;
Claw-like anchors break with the tide,
while the dock light grows dimmer, magnifying emptiness.

Sandpipers sound sweet as loves' first kiss,
as the harbor bell calls home the lost souls;
Drifting away on a cavernous wake,
into the ocean of unspoken loneliness.

As I lay down a breeze caresses my cheek,
and I turn toward the light of the moon;
I awaken to a vibrant egg-yolk sun,
and feel inspiration, instead of perilous gloom.

Kathleen Marie Drew 2002