Afloat

[lovina]

Mid-sea an angel knocked
The doors of the wooden ark
Blinded by the mist
Afloat on the berth I lark

Angels came & walked
The decks of this sodden bark
Mumbled by the screeching bird
Afloat on the berth I lark

Pale faces & white winged
Their eyes shined in the dark
But blinded by the mist
Afloat on the berth I lark

They spoke & words sieved
Through crevices of the bulwark
Deafened by the wind
Afloat on the berth I lark

They warned; they hoped
To break the brawny ark
But built with faith
Afloat on the berth I lark

Come and go they all
Screech and leave their mark
Still budges not a pole and
Afloat on the berth I lark