Moves slowly towards a blind destination
placed on a mountain we can’t quite see.
See, ships appear and pierce our defenses leaving us defenseless.
On and on until we drive ourselves senseless:
These ships disappear in the night
leaving us searching for a reason not
to hang on to the anchor.
Tides were meant to change along with
the faces you thought would forever
burn your memory. Remember this
when winds blow and new seasons appear.
Lost in the city but forever floating in our thought clouds.