Often when laying down on my bed,
livid visions swarm to fill my head.
Of fragrant trees swaying in the breeze,
atop the backdrop of the churning seas.
Flipped about in the ocean’s mist,
tossed like a toy from a Titan’s fist.
My one true love clutches the rail,
bashed and battered by the raging gale.
From the dock I mouth a prayer,
losing her I couldn’t bear.
The storm comes in against her sails,
the sea erupts from the pounding hail.
I raise the glasses up to my face,
looking in close on this deadly chase.
Stricken by the sight that I must see,
my heart leaps as I fall to my knees.
With a flash of light the roaring dragon spits,
the sails drift down in tattered bits.
This image forever seared upon my mind,
our love so fresh, the Fates so unkind.
Silent scream from lips I long to taste,
sensing the cold ocean’s coming embrace.
Hope now gone I watch love’s sinking wreck,
collapsing as the water splashes over the deck.
I awaken again swimming up from my dream,
once more to struggle demons, sight unseen.
Morpheus’ dark curse relived each eve I pass,
torment long endured, this night will be my last.
I haven’t lived a day since my true love was lost,
too frail to withstand life under it’s terrible cost.
As I mouth a prayer “We all sow as we shall reap”,
I pull back the trigger and join my love in the deep.