A Sailor's Lie
Wistful falls the shadow of a fading moon
’neath its flowing robe of melancholy
Lurk skeletons of love’s affairs undone
Salted carcasses of long withered souls
Grim sands ever deepening depression
Swallowing the vessels scant remains
Soon to deny loves eerie presence
Muffled in surf’s windblown shroud
Some say they see the gloomy spectre
Sense the emptiness of tattered sails
Soft billowing of love’s pure kiss withdrawn
Aground upon the battered rocks of feelings
And yet the lover’s haunt the tortured coastline
As breaking waves erase a sailor’s lie.
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