There are dreamers at the seaside
who will never sail the ocean.
There are ships that sail forever
on a sea that has no coast line.
Some have lost their crew, abandoned
they keep searching for a harbour.
There are places where you salvage
what remains of thoughts, reminders
of ideas you had, ambitions,
long forgotten loves and wishes;
in those places you will find them.
Some birds fly with no directions,
some stay near the fishing vessels,
others know where they are going;
all will gather at the harbour.
Be a guest once more in harbours
where the fishermen are dreaming
over days when they were sailing.
There are places near the seaside
where you need not leave the harbour.
Be a dreamer coming home there.
I wrote this yesterday when I was looking after Eline -she was in her bed then- and this morning I decided to make it a poem with fading number of lines per verse (6,5,4,3,2,1) like in a nonet (thank you Christine ) the lines get fewer words (9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1) . Sorry for my bad English here, I am not good in explaining. But I hope the poem shows what I was trying to do 🙂 HAPPY EASTER