17th March 2010

A passing ship in the dead of night. All you see are the lights, the lights that show that there is indeed life in this magnificent creation. Yet you can not see what lies within.. you can not see the fire. The people running around dancing to loud, lively music. The musicians playing their hearts out for the entertainment of others. The delicious food set out to satisfy the cravings of the passengers. The lust in the eyes of the men as they take in the soft bulges sticking out the dresses of each woman swirling past. The romance glittering in the gazes of young women dancing with the bachelors of their choice. The lonely old captain, directing the ship over dark troubled waters, yearning for some company and conversation to take his mind out to far away places. Anything else than the cold, dark silence as he sips his tea and gradually directs the mighty ship. Cleaning ladies and men sodden down with exhaustion, missing out on the merry making taking place; faced with the mission of turning the grawly mess of the rooms into spotless havens. The sweaty cooks in the kitchen, slaving away to hot steam and fire, as delicious odours waft out the room. The freezing skipper, standing alone, keeping a look out for danger. Yet, all you can see are the lights. The flaring yellow orbs shining on the poignant shadows of the ocean.

Watch as the lights slowly fade, and eventually disappear completely. You will never know what went on inside it, not unless you pull it over and step inside.