LET THE SHIP SAIL

Wave it goodbye

Lie

No more to your heart

Let the ship of love depart

The docks of never ending wishful thinking

And let it instead get that sinking

Feeling

Swallowed up by the waves of rejection

Love will swim for the shore of affection

Where it realises its power

Then with honour

Sail back to you aboard a raft of change

And it will guide you on its strange...

Ways

Where days

It is an enforcer

But on others a chancer

Then you'll understand that love

Is an amalgam of

Your hope and dreams

Ironic as it seems....

But true love is made up of those

We...make love exist

Is the ironic twist

In this tale

Because with hope you cannot enforce

Your choice

Without dreams you cannot be a chancer

As they are enhancer

Of the reality of life....

Let love sail

And wail

At its departure

Then renurture

Yourself with quiet and reason

And your liaison

With love...you

Will restart, try it...its true

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written between 15th and 17th October 2020 in and around the fleshpots of Portsmouth and Southsea

Easy to write or was it?