VOYAGE.

When you read this poem, its voyage it'self and when you interprete, there is much more behind it.

As you in the genesis of mauvering,
The blue skies turn dark,
All comes to mind is rain,
With a novel wind from nowhere,
And waves wandering to your side,
Washing in and out you canoe,
Filling with water,
Water everywhere but
Not a drop to drink!
Victoria would turn the sahara
Into a flourishing glassland.
Canoe anchored at sunset,
Till a new sun rises,
Cold night, and everyone freezing,
Prayers made, to yonder the tulmuous night,
Expectation of angels is null,
To take us away forward,
What a waste of water!
Not a drop to cleanse eyes,
And thornhyacinth where we anchored.
Leaning on the rail yearning,
As the boat now heading towards a horizon,
Where the sky is light,
Seeming to hold out a vague
Promise of sunshine,
Rainbow curved in the sky,
Dark clouds fading slowly into the blues,
And the waves drowns into victoria.

Author's Note

Please read me and advise me where I'm wrong with spellings, Grammar etc.

Reviews

[Rene Velez]

your a fraud you steal peoples poetry and say its yours, be careful poets he's a thief, he stole one of my poems and added it to facebook and thought I wouldn' catch him.