Counting Ships
Out on the ocean
I pass away the days and wonder
Searching for a notion
Is there a way to her heart
Or some magic lotion
She said I don’t chase rainbows.
Referred to the weather and King Lear
I sometimes wonder how she knows.
When the weather is going to clear
And what is she saying?
Is it a come-on, or see you later?
Or a new path she is laying
Where I either love or hate her.
Are you still up in your aerie?
Counting ships out on the ocean
Or homing in and near me
With your witch’s magic potion.
Am I a hairy wombat?
Or a pig just flying by
Or they are falling to go splat.
One-eyed dive out of the sky
As I dive, will I arrive
It’s hard, and that’s not all.
Why not grab passing moonbeams
And bypass heaven as I fall.
Or up above in the starry night
Sparkle on and dance in the dark
And frighten each other.
When we ignite from a lightning spark
Please answer a simple little saying.
Is electricity setting us alight
Or the seams that tie us now fraying.
And we’re left and are now out of sight.
Serendipity may still be the answer.
And, by chance, a spell that’s not broken.
Or like a gambler and out-of-luck chancer
I search for the magic token
©
David Rudder
2022
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