Vessel

I want you to greet me in the morning like the ocean greets the docks

And we can watch the ships make port from our spot atop the rocks

When we've grown weary of this weather we can walk right into town

And although we're low on silver, golden souls sell pound-for-pound

Through the kiosks and the vendors we can see a distant mist

As it crawls along the colored Cape and crashes down the cliffs

While we pick the ruby roses we take care to mind the thorns

For one quick nip could drip the ground as red as petals that we've shorn

Reviews

[Farmgirl]

Ohhhhhh man you nailed it !!!

[Thatch]

Thank you!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Great work! I loved the first stanza, it has great imagery and feeling!

[Thatch]

Thank you! I've always loved poems and stories with a nautical feel to them.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're welcome!