A Sailor's Triangle

I have not felt the chill ‘tis said awaits nor heard the squeal of dead end rusty gates yet seen the wreaks of those who’ve sailed those straights to perish in the passing of their mates cursed the freshening winds of billowed sail that lulled us into view of sea as friend stood as crashing waves tore out the rail as screaming mast moaned past its point of bend. This thing, this shrieking demon, doth pursue is not this life I’ve ceded to the sea ‘tis a deep love kept hidden from its blue a deafening protects me from its plea. I have not felt the chill ‘tis said awaits for I’ve a love loiters at the gates. John G. Lawless ©4/8/2018