Skeletons of the Sea
The dry barren ground was like a graveyard of boats,
Whilst the abandoned lighthouse
Shone its light
Through the silent ground.
The empty horizon was like a haunted soul.
Then, as the once-floating bodies arose,
The birds stopped
And an eerie silence echoed
Round the nothingness
of the dry dustbowl.
Then, as the skeletons of the sea arose,
The clear blue sky split open
Showing a bright, white cloud.
And, for the first time in years,
A transparent blob of water fell
Onto the barren ground.