Ship Wrecked Home
If i die before i wake
I pray the waves my soul to take
To the bottom of the deepest sea
So i may feel as weightless as
a butterfly in open sea
Underneath and navigating
the stars by moonlight
As and so to the sun by daylight
Searching for a new found shoal
to join and call my own
Jumping from wreck to wreck
Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's
in the night
Blessed with the memory of
a goldfish
Rather better this than returned to
ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin
for eternity
With only worms and a stone
epitaph to keep one company
Six feet under unlike a pyramid
traversing to the afterlife
Entombed with all the worldy
treasures and pleasures
One is bound to miss once death
becomes and is the meaning
of ones life from the here and
now and foreseeable future
Because love surely then must
be surplus to requirements
As it's the only thing that can't
be bought or a price put on
Because it has to be earned
over a prolonged period of time
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021
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