Sleepless on the bridge
The darkest hour of a starless night…
Sailing through ocean on a big, white ship…
Silence on the bridge plays tricks on mind,
The water gets dense, the clouds get thick.
The radio murmurs with voices afar,
Colorful buttons blink with dimmed light.
If you force the sight you can spot a star
On the horizon line, where the day meets the night.
The sleep is tirelessly floating around…
Even when dark sky is broken by dawn,
It’s there on your shoulder to close your eyes,
Waiting for the slightest sign, for a single yawn.
Splashing the water the ship goes ahead,
Towards the orange-pink sky on the East
Where the sun is slowly rising its head
Bringing a new day, banishing the sleep.
Copyright of text and photo Anna E.R. Walczak