Which Will Sooner or Later Flee...

A Poem by LyricalNights

A poem about being carried off into a restful area and soaking it in until it's time to go on again.

My safe harbor's a ship, adrift in the aimless sea
I cannot resist, how the motions, to and fro, set me free
the wave rocks me to sleep to a nautical lullaby...
Each wave caresses the beast that hungers/plunders inside

The ocean spirits sing such a sweet melody:
"I will steal you away to a place you have never known
inside the majestic fog, where rain, initially, calls home
made for warriors to finally have rest, each raindrop, a drum beat, honoring the heart within your chest

Burdens are thrown overboard like anchors, without chain or tie
no longer need to gasp for air as it fills you while you lie
The sweet smell of the waters washes away the tar of yesteryear
all you need to do now is relax and be content while you are here..."

Through the portholes, are portals through dimension and time
where should I wander to next, infinite possibilities intriguing and sublime
No need to decide for now as I rest for the future that will be
For now, just for this moment, is my relaxation which will sooner or later flee...