"The Voyage"
“The Voyage”
My thoughts are raging memories of taking flight one moonlit night,
one of life’s strange ironies
made it seem only right,
to search for weeks upon the sea for a trace of your destiny.
A tiny chance was all I had
to ever find a clue,
of whether fate was good or bad,
or took my heart away with you.
My vessel took me on this search,
and handled well the wayward trek,
til the fickle ocean surged,
and submerged the worn and battered deck,
and turned a relic into a wreck.
I lie here now in the sand,
a hairy pillow underhead,
I release the ice-cold hand,
and turn to find you,
lying dead.
© Sam Hyde
04-25-90
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