Insomnia sets it's course east,
for the 7th wonder of the world I blink.
If I could, red as blood I would turn the sea.

Your words to me,
like a sailor's journal ruined,
ink seeped.

Your presence on earth so fragile and weak,
ship in a bottle,
you've cracked and you've leaked.

"And I feel red waves for you", my heart weeped.