this melancholy
drifting in thought like a skiff windless
on the cobalt blue
on the rich scent of salt and sea
on the deep memories of her
the mast tilts and wavers across the pattern of sky
like a pencil etching invisible patterns
among the ever silent stars

but it is not the seas vast salt tinge
but the harsh taste of my tears
that the mast writes of this night
that the mast scribbles madly into starfeild
far into the night
this story of loves known
and grand heights of lovers embrace
that the heart speaks
that hidden sea of the soul
made from a lifetimes loves and loss
they are
the peaceful and deep waters
of night that have always been the world
where my words could run free
sails unfurled
swift and rough breaking on wave crest
tacking ever eastward to open waters
out into
the deep quiet halls of the sovereign serenity
found in the solitude of night
where my thoughts undisturbed
could be true unabashed

cronos and the sea

this melancholy
and now i find myself
nailed here to the deck
by the turmoil of emotions
shore a sparkling light miles to south
and first breaths of dawn slowly
expanding along the east
i am caught between all the things i was
and am
i only wish to drift and dream
nothing to feel
nothing to worry upon
nothing to trouble my old heart
free me
let me forever drift now
free