Lost soul at sea

I am an angel with no wings. 

On a sinking ship at sea.

Waiting to be rescued, 

waiting to be free. 

I'm sailing into madness. 

The weathers never calm. 

My heart is always aching. 

Every turn is wrong. 

The Whales sad song is 

lonely, the gulls cry a 

restless plea.  My salty 

tears dance on air, 

No love carries me.

 I am slowly sinking, 

shifting perilously. 

Washed up like a shell 

on the sands of a silent 

shore. I will forever sleep. 

I shall weep no more.

11/11/09

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love the sea dear Tina. One day, I want my ashes to be tossed into the Pacific or lake Huron.
"Washed up like a shell
on the sands of a silent
shore. I will forever sleep.
I shall weep no more."
I loved the above lines. I would like the sea to be my final resting place. I would dance in death with her forever. I liked the content of your words. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Tina]

The sea is a calming place thank you for reading

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Tina and you are welcome.