Haunted Berth

Haunted berth Tonight I dream a hundred dreams With this in my memory kept, Beneath a lock that’s chained to an iron frame To conceal the lost remains Yet this dark, cold night seems blameless When the moon is lit with gray, And I lay warm in my haunted berth A long, long way from home For in all our evenings stolid calm I hope for my passage home, Here far beyond this placed storm In the shadow of an evening gone By m.n. marklnorton@shaw.ca