I dream of you with yet another ship

where was i
when your ship wrecked
in a clear blue sky?

was i dreaming of you
attired in the black overall
of your liking?

even when they brought you to me
with all what's left of your sail
my eyes still roam for another you

with yet another ship

*sometimes i know it's just a pure deja vu, when bad karma is revisiting, knocking silently the door of my conscience. welcome*

oh what sweetness
to stare at nothingness
to listen to the almost inaudible voice
and to grip
the feeling of being rootless

*i know it's there. ... the same night that whiten the same tree. i know its there*
** the same night that whiten the same tree (taken from Neruda, again, always)