Sonnet

Provided that I finish my race.
I have carried out the mission.
We may leave through the water little trace.
And it’s almost over our session.

A white sun sinks into the ocean.
The sky runs with yellow, orange, and blue.
We are towed gently to our berth, all done with emotion.
Our fighting days are finished, all retired the crew.

Our only value that of scrap.
Once we sailed beautifully on our own, now propelled by a dream.
We have completed our last lap.
Gently flows past us, life’s stream.

But trials and sorrows are nearly done despite any merit.
We are only soon to be a prisoner to mere spirit.

Haiku

We are prisoner
Only to mere spirit now
Our days are over