A Lonely Dock

Seasick friend,
a careening ship has sailed
far from a dock so dear,
delight I found prevailed.

Now sense is near,
brass bells I hear,
my logic all but spent;
as fellow eyes glance in surprise at I,
while changes lack such pure intent.

But these eyes! And tears, as poignant water-darts
they rack the eager mind that tears,
to capture ever-changing heart.

You fiend!
Listen, heed the bells!
But do not act, as you have done;
for you the flag has flown, and now are shunned.
For you such lavish gifts,
Once upon our rising sun.

Gaze silent at the curious ships, their eager faces turning;
Spite so bitter-grown, as you sit fire-burning,
these dreams are now your own.

Silently I peer, lips pale and still,
As they bestow to me enticing thrill.
While you deny I’m anchored safe and sound,
A newly colored flag does swell.
Despite the race, a victor ship has now an object found.
Sing, my fertile shores,
ring the dusty bells!

And now with mournful tread
you walk a deck that sails no more,
while a lovely captain’s whisper
echoes sadly in your head.