The Galleon

Image: Voyage by Paranoimiac on Deviant Art

The GalleonCJ Levinson

In my dreams I see a distant landSurrounded by a vast ocean and shadowsOn the sands of that desolate placeLies the wreck of an old galleonTall and shattered, all that remainsIs its weathered and half-buried frameA relic from an ancient pastThat no one remembers

What brought it here I do not knowNor what became of its prized cargoOf gold, sandalwood and cinnamon,And slaves taken far from their homesIt seems a sad fate; but if you listen carefullySometimes you can still hear its storiesWhispered on the windWhilst it stands sentry over the night

Far in the distance a small cemeteryMarks the last resting place of the dead,A wooden cross beside each graveWatching over their nameless remainsHow many survived and for how longIs something only the sands can know;I can only imagine how it must have feltTo be destined to die aloneLicenced under a Creative Commons Licence