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Friday, 8 August 2014

Souls adrift

Alone, adrift on a copper-gilded somnolent sea
They coast wistfully on an inner turmoil algid breeze
Their soul's anchor long lost, amidst love's treacherous voyage 

Scurvy-riddled lead hearts too weak to circumnavigate
Innumerable volcanic isles, laden with regret
Memories' cliffs loom, depression's perilous moorage 

Sun's coveted lucent warmth, cruelly jeers out of reach
Map and compass futile when blinded by fear, hate, self doubt
To skipper to safe shores will require love, patience...courage

Debbie Razey 2014