no house made of stone,
the current charts its own course.
my boat rocks me soft.
a cracked porcelain bowl,
the one treasure from the waves.
it holds water well.
an old wooden hull,
swallowed by the salt and time.
it was a good boat.
......
no house made of stone,
the current charts its own course.
my boat rocks me soft.
a cracked porcelain bowl,
the one treasure from the waves.
it holds water well.
an old wooden hull,
swallowed by the salt and time.
it was a good boat.
......