rising in dawn light
bare wood beams and plywood sheets
soon to be a home
rising in dawn light
bare wood beams and plywood sheets
soon to be a home
waiting in harbor
not for cargo or far tales
but vessel alone
their rooms sit empty
but not as much as the holes
they left in our hearts
framed by golden light
before falling and dying
so to rise again
the smile of a child
an unquenchable thirst slaked
when life is enough