Black sails, against a midnight sky, <br />he buried his heart on an island. <br /> <br />Some day... <br />it won't matter when, <br />she'll open a green bottle and <br />find within, a scribbled map <br />that shows just where he <br />buried himself...in despair. <br /> <br />It'll read, from the oceans <br />edge first, two steps forward and <br />quench your thirst...for I am a river, <br />disguised as a stream...for I am life, <br />disguised as a dream... wake me, <br />my love, wake me, I'll give you <br />a sign, of where you can find <br />this heart of mine...buried deep, <br />and buried well... <br />and far enough away from <br />the oceans swell, that not just <br />any one, sailing by, would know <br />that it was I... <br /> <br />Black sails, against a midnight sky, <br />he buried his heart on an island. <br /> <br />He lay there buried, for what <br />seemed like years, the oceans edge <br />soon mixed with tears, and he waited <br />and waited, though she never came, <br />and the island no longer now <br />looks the same... <br />time has eroded both beach and sand <br />with no more trace upon the land <br />of where he buried his hope, <br />and dream, scribbled on a message <br />within a bottle of green. <br /> <br />Black sails, against a midnight sky, <br />he buried his heart on an island.<br /><br />J... Tudor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-sails-against-a-midnight-sky/
