SINKING SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT

Summer lighting strikes each and every time
Along the same old dotted line
In with a bullet out of the blue
Birds of passage clipped wing rendezvous

	Sinking ships have come to grips
	With their fate as sinking ships
	Ships that pass with souls of glass
	Share the span of falling stars
	Sinking ships that pass in the night
	At the end of their tunnel there is no light

Star-crossed lovers are sinking ships
With no long term romantic trips
Short term partners with scarcely-used lips
On the radar no more blips

	Sinking ships have come to grips....

Gone today and not tomorrow
None will stay and all will follow
Ephemeral emotions turn them hollow
Instant exit from their lives of sorrow

	Sinking ships have come to grips....

SINKING - DROWNING - DYING - METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING