The Wreckage
Homeland long left, almost lost in obscurity,
beyond the ocean line on the horizon far,
the ancient mariner hopes to reach now,
sailing with the forlorn heart scorched,
return to where it yearns to be.
But the swelling surge of charcoal clouds
bursts on the wings of twirling tempest,
the sky falls with his broken dreams,
he drifts aimless with the wreckage
to distant golden shore unknown.
There on the sun-soaked luring trail
he begins a journey anew on
redefined contours of life,
waves of seven seas
remain unsailed.
November 9, 2020
Contest : All Yours (May 29)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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