James Kelley Poet Prose

Wayward

Until the storm surrenders,

and your eyes meet the horizon

that once swallowed us whole,

my shadow will lay in wait

within these cursed bones that rung

our flesh dry;

I can feel the rain’s temper

soothing the ache of our 

ever restless whisper,

and the lightning once trapped

in lips that begged for thunder. 

But, I am wayward. 

Bound for shores lost to requiem,

hoping that you’re still looking out,

watching the sea,

waiting for the tide to forgive 

me and accept this dreary vessel

back unto the comfort of your shores.

Pray for me, 

for the truest of winds,

for steady mast, and posture,

be my compass,

so that I may stray from 

the Albatross that has burdened 

our love. I swear, I will kiss the 

sand at your feet; and our storm’s 

last strike will turn it to glass,

so you can see the beauty 

I have longed for in the 

vast reflection of the ocean

I hope, will not much longer..

be between us. 

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved

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