dancing anchors by anelephantcant

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I wander by the sea wall
around the port of St Tropez
the mist drifts soft across the gulf
the coast like you seems far away

two anchors sprawl across the rocks
tempted lovers touching hands
I pause and watch with bated breath
as they begin their fateful dance

I see rubbish burn in distant fields
dull grey as melting snow
the smoke curls thin on shadowed hills
like love’s ghosts from long ago

waves rumble soft beneath me
sea water salty as my tear
the tune brings thoughts of you my love
their music only I can hear

a shoe floats in the harbour
then starts sinking like a stone
I know just how it feels there
I too am drowning on my own

for once again I’m all alone
like Medville’s rusty anchor
but Venus once brought you to me
for that I’ll always thank her

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