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.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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