A night without punctuation

Toward the shore we sail
We
lonely travelers

If we could only find the way
to be born again
and again
into the naked mornings
and our bare thoughts tremble
restless scratches
the skin of the night
In the boat of hope
We sail
towards you
O dawn
rising above the eyelids
grown heavy
And no one has the strength
even a grain of strength
to put at least a comma

This poem was written/submitted by Cyrilla Moraes.