PARTY IS OVER
Everyone's left,
Slipped off into dreams.
Unreachable now,
In their waters of sleep.
Bottles, half-necked
And lipsticked butts,
Echoes of laughter,
Floating in smoke.
Lights switching off,
The dawn oozing in.
And wind reminds breeze,
There's a tide to turn.
Put back back on your hat,
Straighten your tie,
Get ready your oars,
As the boatsman sings hoarse:
'Hoist high sails of memory,
Patchworked by heart,
New journey, new party,
First, a toast to the last.'
'New journey....
New party ....
First a toast ....
To the last ....!'
Maureen Walsh 5th July 2010 ©
Ciao for Now!
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