Poetry

Wednesday, 16 October 2024

Shallow's shadows

 Hallowed ground

Oh shallow ground

Where the graves aren't deep

And the people lying in them

hardly can they sleep

Oh bury me not in hallowed ground

But bury me in the sea's neap


I have always been a ship swaying

In the harbour's tide

Rising up with every emotion

Going down as if I've died

But all it is is the ocean

And the moon who is my bride

And I've tried to love her

Deeply, deeply

But found each day

I'm shallow drowned


So bury me not in hallowed ground

But out in the sea of the shapeless sound

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