every ship's wall


there's something about those tiles 

on the wall

the light 

a reflection in your eyes

the halt in your breath

the mirror that sees 

the sea of your intent

there's something with that wall

that calls

in every depth you take

in your wake 

peace within the break

embraced in foam

that carries home

when a side to decide

to roam to rome 

to free two n fro

these are the dreams of a child's wake 

in the tales of oceans

legions take fractions

hearts take to action

and love is a submerged torpedo 

that no one side thought could recount

and that's the charm of a child's smile

the laughter of a lil being's soul

the gift to those who thought love is lost is the gift to and fro for life's show

- catté