Cold cruel sea, mocking and teasing.

Ice flows through your veins;

no compassion – thought or deed,

You are filled with your world – selfish ways.

 

I can no longer steer my boat upon you,

nor dock upon your shores.

I have no desire to swim within,

or fight your foolish wars.

 

I long to be free, to be free like the Gull

to fly high to the warmth of the sun.

Escape far away from your cruel cold swell,

how I long for that day to come.

 

But like my boat, I’m weighed with anchor,

an anchor bound with chains.

I hope that one day I’ll break free and fly,

away from these worldly pains

 

‘til then I’m chained and I’m grounded,

slave to your wax and your wane;

my hatred and fears are well founded,

a victim to man-made pain.

 

© Distant Shores 03.04.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm