not an emergency

(but something to consider)



everything is fine.
no.worries.
it's just that

there is a d a r k n e s s
closing in
on the edges,

and lights swirl
in the p e r i p h e r y.

dark heart

From a lovers embrace
Trembling in fear and fright 
Concealed they protect their fragile emotions from the beating world
The soul will not bear another failed romance

Too afraid to seek the touch warm loving hand
Shunning the living with teary eyes and shaking hands
Loneliness becoming destiny and inevitably fate
Love slowly slips beyond their feeble reach

If only the past was a dream that would die 
Broken promises sleep night after night by their side
Stilling their lips
The cries cant be heard
As hate destroys their heart
Poisoning and stifling their words

So some people hide their love in the dark
From a lovers embrace
Trembling in fear and fright 
They choose to dispense with love
And the risk of chance
Concealed they protect their fragile emotions from the beating world
The soul will not bear another failed romance

journey

I be a common salty, once,
No captain's bars, did bear,
Yet blessed was I to venture,
Where few a skipper dared.
~
From steadfast crow's high perch
I watched the bright coast beacons wink,
Through a biting spray's December gale,
What goring shoals would sink.
~
For untold days I rocked atop
An oaken spar at length,
While wake and skies conveyed my eyes,
Lord Neptune's sullen strength.
~
Busy dogs, the mates and jacks
Bent hard to tasks below,
While toward the sky, with glass to eye,
My post waved to-and-fro.
~
First was I to e'er spot land,
My voice the first to yell,
Aye, first to sight the skull and bone,
And raise the warning bell.
~
"Thar she blows!" was oft my call
If viewed a breach, had I,
And "Friend or foe?!?" the question barked,
If strange sails split the sky.
~
But the moments that becalmed my soul,
As the swells ticked off my time,
Were star-filled nights, a bullion moon,
And the phosphorescent brine.
~
The darkest times were battlements,
When the ship groaned in its might,
But never dark, the eventide,
Sea and sky awash with light!
~
So rare, it was, to find this tar
On deck or down below,
And rarer still, did I abdicate,
My nest there in the crow.
~
Well, I'm adrift on shore now,
With brittle bones and gray,
Yet still my mind climbs up the mast,
To man my post and sway.
~
And when the gods task me,
To a new and heavenly crow,
I'll bend my gaze to the looking glass,
And give a hearty "Tally-ho!"