A Sunken Ship
To you and the heavy waves of Baltimore harbor
Morning fog is tenderly kissing the sleeping sea
Steam whistle is waking up those in snoring still
Dawn, as a piece of regainded memory,
is circling around the masts by the window
The harbor of Baltimore
I'm a sunken ship in your arms
Sound of bells murmurs the splendor old time
Ocean wave is crying for romance lost
The past, as a piece of cloud missing its way,
is floating up above the noise of crowd
The harbor of Baltimore
I'm a sunken ship in your arms
Setting sun has frozen those promises made before
Lights on fishing boats are chasing dreams for tomorrow
Dusk is, as tired as the eyes of sunset, falling little, a little,
down beyond the brilliant seashore
The harbor of Baltimore,
I'm the sunken ship in your arms
Frank Chen, June 1997
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