DOCKSIDE BAR

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The lantern sways
In nights embrace
Deep flame to flicker
Thoughts to chase
Glasses chink
Laughter sounds
A mans soul bared
Eyes to ground.

The night is sweet
Alcohol to fill
Of ships recall
The tears instill
Memories fall
Like gambling cards
A broken glass
In many shards.

The rainbow died
Within a storm
Colour faded
Emotions torn
The hour late
The music loud
Dockside bar
Begins to cloud.



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