The boatswain has piped
The anchor is weighed
All bills paid
and no answer
The time is to dream
yet dreams reluctant linger
on the pier
fading in steam
Such things left beyond
So the ship is gone
gone with me
I can't log the final entry
The waves wash the hull
and may all our debt
be counted
absent
When The Ship Lifts
Can’t seem to wrap my mind
round those final feet
round this inevitable
with all my desire
I cannot bring me to care
they have not boarded me
though one could not tell
from the weariness in here
I had in my eye
this thing I could not see
this weakness, tiredness
relentless
untiring
I stumbled
with the pitch and yaw at the pier
I mumbled
forgot the dreams, in fear
Maybe forgot the memories
I’ve pressed my head
against this wall
strained for this
for all these thousand breaths
and it will not shift
perhaps I will not shift
I called out to myself
of weakness, tiredness
relentless
untiring
still, the stumble
The waves gently cursing my course
mumble
Fix me
lift my countenance
to meet yours
drift this transom
to face the setting sun
abandon this strait
to meander free
unfoul me,
lift anchor
all bills are not paid
set me loose
too long, too long
these words, these breaths
shift my colors
I’m tired, tired
______________________ Original Post 08 August 2013
How Do I
Allow myself joy When joy has lifted All bills are paid When the ship lifts And Dora is no more For she is ephemeral Immortal Only in memory And I have seen the terminus And the orbit is apogee Off into the stars And gone What is there now? Am I stardust ephemeral And gone Lord lift me For I have lost my way I believe Help my unbelief
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