Legends From The Storm

I'm walking next to you

To the grey upon your shore

I breathe your salty mind

And my ears hear your wave's roar

Most precious things got lost

Lost am I upon your sand

Your waters grey from hope

From those dreams died hand in hand

Two rusty sails appear

My eyes rinsed saltwaterly

A light in grey disorder

Sawing spindrift in the sea

The rust becomes a shape

And the shape a ship in form

It's weeping wordless poems

Telling legends from the storm

It's landing in the bay

Softly wavering on our hands

The sails run down the mast

While the gangman nearly lands

I'm entering like a pilgrim

On my lastest pilgrimage

On deck sit icy frozen

Numbed man in badinage

I'm placing my beloved

Right into the frozen round

I leave the ship's planks groaning

And the sails I set the sound

While you take man my dear one

Into a grey moven swarm

Your voice signs while I'm leaving

Telling legends from the storm