Upon this
white
wordless
paper ,

that covers
me like
cracked

and bleeding

crocodile skin
upon
my bones.

mourned
are you,

upon my
copper toned
still
face..

ashes
spewed
then
scattered,

like orphaned
grey
burnt
children,

across
a cemetery
sky after
a funeral
of a friend,

left over
poems,

to pray
to in
the streaked
fading
light.

my spirit
cast
to uncertainty.

no destination.

a wayward

vessel with

oars left
hanging
limp
tired
unresolved

by my sides.


open belly
boat
rocking
to no one
to nothing

in particular,

no savior
of sand of land

to ever
kiss and greet
my face again.

now
angels
sing
in darkness.

beckon me
home

to rest.

but not

to journey's
end,

only to
another
beginning.

to a place,
to where
I will mourn
for you

all over

again.