Shipwrecked Sailor’s Song

Everyday tossing them into an empty sea

People glance at them and toss them back

There may be only who can decipher my song

And has the will to come and rescue me

{I would gladly sail to you, but no doubt at all

Let’s hope it’s still found in our present ocean,

This emptiness is more than spiritual and

I can barely stand here much more

I have dreamed of substance physical

I would row out to you but there

More than that which I have crafted so far

What was that line I thought of as I stand

Searching an empty horizon beyond the final bar?

Sometimes I hear a faintly calling Siren Song

I imagine it hails from a ghostly ship

Since I sent out a signal, It’s been far too long

Echoes emptily across a darkening sunset pall.

Heard by few, perhaps some landlocked lubbers

In distant ports, I see no ships breaking masts above

this misty Blue-line that recedes my sinking love.

Shipwrecked upon a Savage Shore –

Parched lips, gnawing stomach, cracked sores.

I click through my endless days searching

For a line of dead reckoning that I can sail

Day after day seeking for some sign,

A driftwood shard of hope to grasp

promises with each mirage-like ripple

Raise the faintest pulse; while I

“Westward, westward into the sun” (I say)

“Almost Home, Home Again” (I dream)

Unshaved, in torn jeans, and shirt of “holy stain”

I stand wrecked upon this deserted shore searching,

…only the expanse of an empty, forbidding Salty-Sea.

In that final chapter, where me and my character

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