Waiting for Your Ship to Come

To watch from afar 

The tower falling;

Suddenly she vanishes

Into surging sands

White silk ruffles 

Fan out across the shore.

Too many times

I have climbed that tower

Waiting, watching 

Expecting you to come

The water dancing

To its own majestic music

So quietly sliding away,

A grand old gown 

Who sweeps the floor

She leaves and polishes.

Red bricks drown

Amidst a squall of dunes.