My Poems Nightblue
by Pit Becker paintmyblues, PIT BECKER ARTwork
|. . . watching the Sea . . .|
|She loves the sounds of the night, when dancing waves sing their blues|
|Seabirds fall in love with nine chords in B-Minor|
|An ancient wooden boat comes passing by, groaning under the moon,|
searching for men
and there were signs, written in the sky
sent with the wind from a far away friend
and she hears the Sea cries . . .
the Sea cries for the fallen . . . at distant shores there is a revolution . . .
. . . She loves this endless nightblue sky . . .
and when the moon turns green . . .
Painting and text by Pit Becker paintmyblues.
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