You Speak Of The Boatman

You speak of the boatmanBut you’ve never been downTo where the river meets the sea We seek out a forgotten sparkBut you never cared for othersThe blinding discord of tranquility

Sailing Out On The Good Ship

Sailing out on the good shipPrevailing winds ensuring a clear pathForegoing the unexplained existenceForging headlong into nature’s wrathArctic waters surrounding our viewDiligent sailors crewing this steel boatPerpetually longing for a illusive homeBut buoyed by a dedication keeping us afloat

Wilting Roses By The Fireside

  Wilting roses by the fireside Coffee warming bones chilled from the boat Drifting thoughts to stagnant memories Thawing words from poems you never wrote

Life Rocks Us Silently

Life rocks us silentlyRising & falling with the boatVisions held most dearWithin these stories I wroteRemoved my choice of realityBut here I’ll take my standFirm between the swellsWith gentle reminders of Neverland

You Seem To Be In An Awful Temper

  You seem to be in an awful temperI didn’t mean to ruffle your petticoatJust trying to assuage discomfortMa’am, I must return to the boatIncidents may have occurredDarkness cloaks many a stumbleI bid you remember me fondlyFor you leave me broken & humble