Treasure Island

Deva De Silva


An Empty World


Mountains far off hidden
Erased by a misty morning
Gentle shadows slither
A world, empty of people

A dozen or so boats heading home
Their lanterns futile in the morning sky
Waves playing against the wooden hulls
Moon's still hovering above

Blessed dusk creeps in again
Lights glimmer brighter
Soaking up the day's energy
And the soaring distant waves

A world empty of people
Erased by a misty morning
Gentle shadows slither
Sharpening by the second

Submitted: Monday, November 05, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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