The Navigator (original poetry)

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"The Navigator"

her eyes are the colour of fire
blue and white
when they burn to a cinder
her eyes are a muddy mire
brown as the skies
of Chicago in winter
I left her behind at 12:05
AM or PM
I couldn't really tell
I was too busy
digging a well
then all at once
I was above the clouds
but with feet caked in coal
and still weighed down
I passed over my hometown
my wife drank to me
and held out a cup
but I couldn't see her
I was too far up
I cried till I shivered
for what seemed like hours
as such sweet sorrow
turned me sour
now I'm learning the meaning
of independent flight
fear and boredom
at the speed of light


steve skafte © 2011
(berserker)

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[BERSERKERpoetry]

I'm always writing, but not always on here. Susy and I are together, apart, together, apart. I look forward to the day that we're never apart again.

[Speckie7]

I am sad for you that Suzy is gone yet pleased that you are writing again. I know it is a double edged thing.....