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
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014
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