Taken from my blissful slumber,
cast amongst the stones,
jagged, sharp,
in their geometry,
ringing a long and distant shore.
Smashed upon the dawn, or darkness,
I and my craft go to pieces.
Food for the sea,
bones for certain,
along a forgotten, skeletal reef.
Light steals in upon the day,
slaking the thirst of darkness.
and it warms us,
briefly,
only for a minute,
before sneaking off the stage again.
Purpose driven,
eyes lift skyward.
Stars are brilliant compensation
for one who toils,
when the sky is blue and clear.
The wreckage
on the seawall
speaks testament
to the men and women
whose course met such an end.
Shaking off the frigid water,
standing on a new day’s shore.
will have me ready
to set out again
on the Dream Sea.
Go boldly,
and make no mistake,
that the day may take you ,
and the night,
it will reject you.
Until that time
when sea comes calling
to take you
on the still waters,
to the land beyond sleep.
The day comes
and I pick myself in pieces
off the rocks
and put myself together
in the storm,
knowing
that I will one day sail
away from this
dangerous shore
and never
wake upon it
anymore.
HG – 2019
