The river bears no reflection in a first winter frost
Following a midnight flash of magnificence.
Wandering along the surface ripple
Buying time, I am lost in the disconnect
Between water and cloud.
A soothing hush casts shadows
Of moonlight on the rage of my thoughts—
Hidden, private, mine.
Once, this ship cruised to new kingdoms
Balanced on a thread of reason
Fighting the tempest waves of memories.
Now, wedged among fantastic creatures,
A reality more obscene than anything imagined,
Carried in a delicious calm of discovery
I await the tide, here, in this place,
Where the ghosts haunt the landing, still.
2 years ago