Forever On the Run

The river that I ride upon in my beleaguered boat, Is filled with rancid artifacts that slid from dreams remote. Directionless I roam alone within my dreamy sores, While honesty of destiny leaks from my putrid pores. A traitor to my trade I made escape from mother ship, So far from that flotilla that just hugged me at the hip, And now I float in this small boat and slowly make my way Yet overwhelmed by sense of need to flee this place today. And soon I heard the sound of this extraordinary stream, As if a great leviathan had beckoned me in dream To join the bitter mystery I find inside my rum, Where monsters guard the traitors who are stricken deaf and dumb. In isolation for my life but free of Mistress Seas, I claim this land so strange as I sink roots like mighty trees Then say a prayer in gratitude for this new land I've found And plant the seeds of sustenance where my new life is bound. A man forever on the run from what was once his love, Unique and true believer in these signs sent from above. A traitor to his ship and mates yet free to be his own Until the spill of treachery pours forth from out of bone.