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One Way Ships - Part2
Continued from Part 1
Hungary hounds harangue the highlands
howl at skies and desert islands
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose
Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling
Mute abandoned fleets are calling
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim traces of the past that haunt
Curved magnetic curtained faces
swap contorted brief embraces
Her fairy-tale like tattoo touch was serpentine but soft as such
Coffee cups and spoons corroding
Mystic tea leaves, visions boding
A cabaret calls, standing bare, beneath a splintered footloose stair,
vain vapors drape her vacant chair in One-Way Ships beyond repair
Splattered days are dripping dreary
Shattered nights are wearing weary
Without her footfall at my side I steal away within to hide
Fancies flame, persist to flaunt her
Wanton whispers hiss I want her
Hyenas, haggard, held at bay, still gnaw on bones of yesterday
Graveled graveyards grey and ghastly
Apparitions pacing past me
The answers to my whys and sighs have veiled her limpid pale blue eyes
Lurid figments storm the valleys
snatch the helms of spectral galleys
The coughing phantoms at the wheel, they make it all seem so unreal
Rebounding cracks of thunder peal, shake One-Way Ships while seagull’s squeal
Yesterdays unsung, unspoken,
bygone paths fold draped and broken
The weary winds of winter cling to voiceless nightingales and sting
Desert blossoms growing colder
Drifting sand dunes pause, enfold her
A frozen kiss and blush revealed forbidden pipe dreams flung afield
Weeping willow’s melting snow drops
drip on tips of tiny toe tops
Their opal fires bleed and fade while suns explode in icy jade
Jagged hours hangin’ heavy
Footsteps pace the barren levee
While pros and cons and kings debate, acclaim and blame and fame equate
the ruin’s remnants left to fate with One-Way Ships that fail to wait
Blazing blades of love surrender
Memories and thoughts transcend her
The Persian gazer’s crystal shows I’ve truly lost my ruby rose
Buried deep in evening’s embers
dust forgets what flesh remembers
The bitter taste of farewell’s haste has laid the virgin skies to waste
Ruffled ravaged ravens ranting
Churlish ancient churchmen chanting
resounding what she told me true “There’s nothing more that you can do”
Trial adjourned by judge and jury
Freed, she flees, absolved of worry
Remaining runes and relics burn to feed the ashes of the urn
Six seers, wiser, soon discern the One-Way Ships of no return
End
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