On April 22, 2010
AROUND WORLD COUNTLESS TIMES
SO MANY YEARS, LOTS OF DAYS
YOUR SHIP SAILS IN TONIGHT
SHE WILL STAY TO SEE SOME FRIENDS
AND GRAVES
LIKE A WHITE BARK SHE DOCKS
AND GHOSTS UNLOAD
IN YOUR PLACID PORT
IN THE LAYERS OF TURMOIL
HER FRICTION OVERCOME
YOUR SILENCE
ALL WHAT IS YOURS OF HER
MEMORY OF
LOVE LIKE A SUMMER SHOWER
HATE LIKE AUTUMN FOG
AND ONE LONG SONG
IN THOUSAND LINES OF HER CANVASS
AND AGAIN SHE WILL DISAPEAR
LEAVE IN HOB OF LIFE
IN THE INERT FORCE OF SEA
AND MOB OF BEINGS
OF UNKNOWN KIND
FOREVER LIKE THAT
TILL YOUR VERY END
SHE WILL BE COMING BACK
TAKEN SHIP WITH NO RETURN
YOURS ONLY IMMORTAL
"SCHEHERAZADE"
