Where once windows were misty from a kettles steam
Now lie boarded windows and a sailors daydream
Ghostly shadows, grey and pale
Empty banks where once ships did sail
Crates unopened and slightly rotten through the years
Nothing to show for the blood and tears
Seagulls circle, for they remember too
When the ships rolled in, but now none do
Cranes unmanned within the derelict yards
All is silent in the Dockers boulevards.
2008: Taken from my new collection of poems 'The Brightraven Chronicles'
