Captain Jack and Lillian
Captain Jack and Lillian
It was a mid-day in May
When red sunlight lazily lay
peering through cloudless skies,
casting down on ocean's brilliant dyes
that Captain Jack and his crew of three
set sail for the magic solitude
of the boundless sea.
Lillian stood on the surf-tormented shore,
her eyes scintillating soul the pain she bore.
Jack consumed her heart in all and in whole
And with it he took her soul.
The day had grown to twilight dim;
as the night birds sang their solemn hymn
that rushed across the night-tide's rush,
riding waves glow with reddish blush.
There appeared a bright cold moon;
as if a talisman, not a warning too soon.
for the once calm waters began to swell
from the chilling winds upon them fell.
The tossing tempest had grown and grown
as mountainous waves appeared as death's throne.
In solemn silence, Captain Jack and the three
became slumbering souls
beneath the tumultuous sea.
The lurid sea, the lurid sea
in all the pageantry of her beauty.
Moon tints of purple and pearl
evolved into brilliant liquescence,
When Lillian appeared as crystalline light,
the poetry of her presence.
Her face shown sorrow
and her soul she borrowed
as she pleaded to the stars above.
She wished the return of Captain Jack,
Her first and only love.
Out of the sea's immensity,
into a labyrinth of pearly light,
Captain Jack stood as a proud tower
holding his stone flowers toward Lillian
He held them boldly outright.
Her heart palpitated at the welcome sight,
Her eyes beamed with glee.
One step then two she vanished into
the cold embrace of the sea.
Copyright © Robert Meacham | Year Posted 2017
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