The Sailor 

The ship lying in pieces
On the sea bed...
Destroyed by the cruel, unmerciful
Hands of the storm,
The now gentle sea
Scatters the wreckage
As blue-grey dolphins look for survivors 

The broken wheel still in sailors’ hands,
As he blinks away the bright sun,
Dreaming, Wishing...
To float away, to just...
Return to nothingness,
Return to the beginning,
Without starting over 

To be part of that bliss,
To know his soul is resting...
Hoping, willing the tide to
Carry him away, so he may leave this
Life, the same way it was started 

With one last breath,
He lets out a sigh of content,
Happy to have lived life the way did,
Happy to leave life the way he was... 

Blue-grey dolphins search for survivors
Through the scattered wreckage,
The now gentle sea
Letting those tormented
By the unmerciful hands of storm
Rest in peace,
With the wrecked ship,
Lying on the ocean floor

Poem written by Tatiana Lasevicius Copyright © Please do not copy without prior written consent from the author