Wishes that go unspoken
sink no pennies to well-bottoms
nor dreams to darkened depths,
raise no spirits of spurned lovers
nor sails of shoreline fleets…

The spaces they occupy
are dark and austere;
their owners keep them locked in
with shame, bemusement and fear,
swallowing the key anew each night…

How lonely it must be
for the unbroken among them,
gazing at the light from the peephole,
rapping meekly at the door
while their keeper turns away…

Knowing, with a sad conviction
that keeps them pacing through the dark
how, if unshackled, they would raise
the downed sails of their keepers,
the spirits sunken with fear…