Jeff Skewes#10 Crossing

Flags surrendered

without a plan without a friend

ill wind howls

one way tickets

near the cauldron

the afternoon white caps

shred across boat bows

chins sticking out

entire fleets of buccaneers

in an instant loose their way

playing fear dreams wringing hands

burning off but what stays

lighting shines on wars within 

that night of crossing

between death and sin life begins

without a trace without a rhyme

bleary eyed exiles tire too

make beds their ghostly friends

but sleep falls only to those near

where this will end

catastrophe is an artifact

extinction's only a while

eternity unsustainable

clocks tick ever so slowly

they say a dream's second part

is a raft to second sight

for those who tune

Moon's undimmed rays

these are the old ways

risen by eternal chants

discerning bells softly singing

the hope of faraway wanderers

just before the dawn

poetry was always penned

heard only by some

who gave their island

washed onto foreign shores

now it would take till sunrise

to stand again

and wonder why

so the story begins...