boat load

[wytchcroft]

it was the boat rower's ecstasy
that turned us upside down
convinced us we were dreaming
we could so easily have drowned

but it's harder now to slip away
cold water at the prow
the rudder must be useless
we could drift like this for hours

memories flash like meteorites
they hit the water and they hiss
we should be looking for a harbor
instead of scaring all these fish

but the boat just keeps on going
as the midnight stars grow dim
we could spend eternity
learning how to swim.
........................................

I came down in a meteoric shower
The speed of sound turns decades into hours...
peter perrett