Skeleton ship

seagulls in lantern's light
ice like milky slices
within the midnight waters of the fjord
the wind from the mountain
breathes snow and numbness
cars in the background
no bench
only sharp-edged stones
hidden in the night
and the rippling of the sea
the skeleton ship made of silver
from another world
not a soul
could have spoiled it
why only did I lack the courage
to dare the step
over the edge