From Where I Came

The long lost ships of long lost sailors nestle their beaten minds,
Between the finite grains of the desolate sea floor
And as I cry to them from where I stand,
Their restless souls surface to my land.
From where they lie, there is no shedding of blood,
There is no need for Christ's redemption in a sinless sea.
There are no battleships set sail for war,
Their lives are not cut short by such mindless gore.
For the fluorescent eels are their navigating stars,
And the tide is their captain, carrying them through
From Capricorn to Cancer and beyond and beyond.
With their significant others, distant lovers they are entwined
Faint silhouettes, languid with droopiness in the ethereal sea

We placed our souls in the hands of the wind
Through the tides and currents beneath Dover Hill
And there we lay beneath the sea
To lose our minds and to be eminently free
For the coral reefs are my neon towers
Looming like lunar eclipses over the bottomless sea
And my spirit descended from where it came
To see my corpse sinking with the stones
And the sea became my home
And the sailors became my hope
And the creatures led me to comfort

The comfort and solace of my mother's womb,
From where I came.