Wake up early in the morning
Put on a dress of white
Something borrowed, something blue
Something you knows he likes

With a hard time sleeping lately
All of your thoughts on him
So soon at the day, vows will be made
New beginnings bringing to an end

Absent mindley you tuck a hanky
Knowing how the tears will flow
The way they did when you last held hands
Not so long ago

As the church doors swing wide open
He is waiting down in front
Once again you gaze on him
With nothing short of love

You have a bit a deja vu
As your father walks you down the aisle
Who's job through life has been to hold you tight
As any father would a child

With tears flowing you stand before him
As you once again repeat your vows
To always love and cherish
As long as memory will allow

That is when the best of men
Step up on both the sides
And gently close the casket lid
On what was once your perfect life

There were shades of tranquility
    aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
  borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
   filled of ideologue's disenchantment
     midst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
       marching to the drumbeat of fool's gold

Gliding through this timeless labyrinth
My sight can't pierce so thick a mist.
Alone in my vessel,
just drifting clumsily...
Anxiety wrung raw in these cold, clammy fists.

All is quiet...
save for the faint sloshing against my tired hull.
I quietened my breath...
Such peace exists now in my vessel.
Slapping gently against my side,
invisible ripples came to lull.

I cannot see what lays ahead...
I do not know of my ultimate destination...
I am alone in my vessel...
Drifting along this watery bed.
Awaiting nothing...
but elusive answers to pointless questions.

I cannot fathom what lies above
the canopy that shields me.
I'd imagine the stars...
Twinkling in codes,
whispering the secrets of the universe.
Unheard to those who will not see.

I'd imagine the ripe new moon...
Beaming down ostentatiously.
Bestowing light upon those who'd croon...
Those who'd shamelessly bask in her majesty.

But many...
Just remain in the darkness.
Submitting to the will of the currents,
getting lost in the odd calmness...
And it's ambiguous resplendence.

Looking around I realise that I'm now not alone...
There are many vessels...
Quiet silhouettes navigating boats of their own.
We all bear the same flag but our own demons we wrestle.

Overwhelming relief...
To see others by my side.
I am now alone with so many others...
In this lonesome boatride.