Treasure Island

Kate Piloton

(April 21 1976 / Manila Phillippines)

CROSSING THE BARS


Tears flowing from my cheeks
Lips glued with chest about to explode
Gazing from the rectangular frame beyond
The heavy left and right foot left
Thank God I was able to cross the first bar.

The journey seemed endless
Sitting and the mind was wondering
The long sojourn had ended
The left and right foot left
Again I was able to cross another bar.

In both arms the loads were heavy
The body was shivering in fright
The long meandering queue was in sight
Time passed and I crossed another bar.

The sea of mean eternally flowed
Creating sounds nobody knew
A sweet modulated voice was heard
The heavy left and right foot left
Instinctively I crossed another bar.

Men locked in a huge vessel
That flew in a cloudy blue sky
A seemingly endless voyage had ended
I crossed another bar.

Queues of tens and twenties
Uniformed men were shouting
The passengers in the vessels were obeying
Praise God I crossed the last bar.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 08, 2009

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