Friday, July 22, 2016

Some Ship

A thousand miles on a midnight cruise
My lover, my wife, and my windswept muse.
They conjure the the eager
The youthful, naive,
Spirit I've sold to some liquid dream

Where one helps me write
The other slowly shreds
The filaments of my mind
The loving daily dread.

This ship it sails
Unabashed through every storm
Showing not on the bow
The wretched words which scorn.


She looked at me
I took her hand
In one moment, forever,
We were the sand.
Warm and drowsy 
Lapping the land
Consumed by water
An endless stand
Against lovers forgiven
and moments lost
For time remembered
For lives cost
Until at last
you were caught 
By lead and hatred
and meaningless loss.