Onward
reluctant,
I set darkened seas.
horizons slip through feebled fingers
impotent against sky.
what pinned the stars in place?
what streaked dawn’s last trace?
matterless now
an emptied course.
mute sirens sit, clicking
watch disaster, shaking heads.
blunder blindly ahead
backward no more-
no peek at distant shores
for signs of smoked remorse.
no retrieved reprieve
just on till to tomorrow,
a hardened breath
and heart
come sorrow, come regret
we sail.
Copyright © Kris Walters | Year Posted 2010
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