The Ship Of My Dreams Is Sailing Away Poem by Najib Altawell

For few moments
There was nothing there
Nothing except the silence
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Staring into the darkness
Moulding creating
The sum of wild imaginations
Triggered by
A nerve cell


Shadows
Reflected on the curtains
And the walls
Human faces
Animals and monsters
The beginning of life and
The end of
An Earthly war


So, touch me gently
The ship of my dreams is
Sailing away
Behind the mist
Behind the clouds
Slowly far away


While a Spanish song
'Start' and
Fade away
In the old fashion tune
For a bride and a groom
Visualised on a moon
Momentarily they are made up
Of nothing but one pure soul
Encircled within white
Flowery walls


Then
The old bells ‘start ringing’
Just as the droplets
Of the morning rain
On the church glass and pane
On a wedding day
‘Move’ slowly
In a strange play
Signalling the end
Of a momentarily world
Created in a ‘traveller’s mind’
Then presented
In unspoken shorthand words