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.

Lost

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.