The Ship [Poem]

When my ship comes in, I’ll buy a brand new pair of shoes And run far away.

With crisp sails unfurled, My ship will come safe into harbour; Rough waters far behind.

I’ll unload its burgeoning Weight, forge an unbreakable chest, And thrust the key from me.

For now I linger – hopeless, Watching those tossing aquamarine seas, My hope a dot on the horizon.