To not be seen again
A tall ship of majesty and poise
A crows nest for unseen rings
Bonding with a discourse of the professional
And the personal
Listing together with what is undeniable
Or imaginary

But there it ends
And the darkness is what darkness does
Dreams and future promises
Not worth the paper they are not written on
Farewell to what never was
A mast disappearing over the horizon
An afternoon like the blackest of nights.

Image by Vicki Hamilton from Pixabay

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