Triangular Angulations…
There I be, lost in the triangle aboard the Rene Lyn,
Surrounding me are many a sharks fin,
My compass spinning, off the charts I seem to be, ain’t it a sin,
No engine have I got, I am adrift much to my chagrin…
A fog bank did enshroud me, I couldn’t anywhere see,
The ocean did turn a shade of gray, not the usual blue sea,
The ocean now becalmed, not a ripple of movement,
I hope that the gods of the sea do hear my fervent plea…
No breeze to feel, no sky to see, no sun, but warmth I do feel,
No sound, my clocks have even stopped running,
My watch stopped when did the clocks,
Wish do I that I were home on my beach sunning,
This is too weird, the triangle has been known for its cunning…
Will I be caught here for life to slowly starve?
My radio does not transmit, but receive it does,
So many others seem to be speaking the frequency all a buzz,
Are we caught in the present, the future or a time that was…?
© ed ~ 2/9/05
PS Keep your eye out for both Atlantis and giant UFOs - they are both in that Triangle with you somewhere.
Take care,
Sherry
Newborn
Life
Death
Well penned Ed!!
Oh Yeah it was goodnorning here...now as I pen this it is luch time one o'clock!!
And you must be fast asleep ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!
Love Tinka