A drop’s view
Trickling down the side of the glass,
to the edge of a windows ledge.
Watching the time quietly pass,
the memories slowly I dredge.
Pull the net behind my thoughts,
avoiding the shallow puddle sides,
ships and cannons being shot,
being pulled out by the tides.
Looking through a single drop,
imagining a sailors wettened life.
Watching the oceans white tip tops,
saying goodbye to his wife.
Ports, bridges, islands, and more,
seen through the sky’s tears.
Passing by beautiful shores,
overcoming a sailor’s fears.
The ocean being so vastly true,
imagining what my mind could.
Down the side in front of my view,
past the ledges edge of wood.