The Drifter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 03, 2017

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Submitted: April 03, 2017



Stray between East and Norse and the Wild Wild West
Drifts an old, lonely boat, and it knows no rest
Winds in the sail, chopping seas stretching all around
Man on the boat has forgotten the stable ground

feeling beneath his feet, and he’s getting tired
Floating and searching for something he’s left behind
Or maybe something he’s seen only in his sleep
And his Sehnsucht is vast like the ocean’s deep.

Drifter… Hey, Drifter! Sailing beyond the bounds
Know anyone who cruised ‘round the world and found
Something that’s nameless, unreachable, and sublime?
Drifter, your fate is to sail to the end of time.

Moments when I float deep in my darkest dreams
Oceans expanding around me and it seems
I’m about to be swallowed by the rising waves…
Drifter, I see myself in your weathered face!

Stray amid Wild Wild West, the Orient, and Norse
Sails an old, lonely boat...

the Drifter

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