I’ ve been in the habit of collecting quotations and short poems from my school days and browsing through an old diary I came across a poem I had written down which I ‘d like to share.
It has a nice haunting sound to it. It also says in a few words how fleeting life is.
Its contained in a collection of poems titled Tales of the Wayside Inn by American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Ships that Pass in the Night
Ships that pass in the night and speak,
Each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness,
So on the ocean of life,
We pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice,
Then darkness again and a silence.