Marooned

Tonight
I don’t have songs to write,
Tonight
there will be lullabies
to keep a heart still
which flutters
like thin sheets of an open book.
You saw more
than I’d have shown.
Everything is dissected
and divided into hours and seconds,
except that I am marooned in history,
touch me and my rusted ships shall crumble
into sawdust on your dry shores
Tonight
I don’t have songs to write,
tonight,
there will be storms
tonight,
there will be lullabies.

7 September 2016

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