Departures

I feel it’s good a time to end the day when sea merges its gray into the sky – I long to disappear somewhere away where futile dreams won’t ever let me cry. But my boat sails lose wind though hard I try to hold fast the ropes to steer me on course and I drift aimless as an empty sigh the rhythmic sound of waves a silent force The darkened mountains have cut off light’s source their brooding shadows shroud my solitude they match my mood, escape is no recourse surrender to madness mere interlude I tuck myself to meld into the night have faith that nature’s calm will be my light.