Ship Of Memory

Long time ago there was a man Who caught the fish in the angry sea. Day after day he left the land On a little boat in a rushing stream. The strong wind flung a little ship And high waves rose it to the sun. All salted nets cracked from the strain Like grinding teeth of ever young. Songs of storm Sang the Syrens. Sounds of horn Broke the silence. Voiceless man With a heavy look Hung the bait On the hook. Cold screams of stars above the head Made water black and human mad Like secret box of abysmal sea Kept deepest darks without key. The man rose up a heavy look. He saw the lightings on the crooks Of the horizon and the thunder Roars like Revelation of the Holy Book. He was the toy of fate. Did he understand? Heavy waters fell On the lifeless sands. Shreds of salted nets are Scattered along the shore. Shipwreck of memory Keep the Highest Law One told the stars Are the souls of the dead. Their twinkling songs Makes us always very sad. Do you believe the words That breeze is whispering? The wreck of fisher's board Float fast rushing stream.