A raging sea between us
like a storm that will never stop-
just to keep us apart.
A cannon sounds in the distance
like a battle coming to an end-
or just starting.
The way a child tries to get it’s way
then cries all night-
when it’s hopes are crushed.
I saw an image but I can’t see
what it is to be-
neither now or ever.
Communicating like a pack of dolphins
over this raging sea-
so that all I can hear are cannons.
