Published at 02/12/2024 22:05
Created at 01/12/2024
140 words - 0.7 min of reading time
Poetry
Two ships adrift across the boundless blue,
Where infinity slowly draws its line.
Against all odds they glimpsed at each other,
Some destined script was designed.
Carved from the same wood, of identical descent,
Through years and wandering ports they'd roam,
One bearing a cannon, with soot and anger bent,
Another patched with scars, far from home.
They met upon a horizon of pure abandonment,
Their crews embracing in that fleeting space,
Grand feasts and carnivals, a brief enchantment,
Celebrating an encounter without a trace.
The wind forever blowing, relentless and grim;
The sea limitless, vast, with its whispering sound:
Soon they'd lose each other, their vision dim,
A phantom sight, by distance unbound.
Incomprehensible, the chasm between them,
Leagues of silence where memory tore.
Never to meet again, their bond unseen,
Each knew their version of what came before.
