Ghost Shadows
Silent nights that
you drove away,
sailed right by like ships on a breeze—
Ghost shadows—
leave a haunting wake
trailing into the unforeseen,
overcast,
dark weather.
A voracious sky consumes then pleads
for you to stay,
with your wandering fleets
heading out for the blaze in the east:
Don’t set on me.
High ridges line
the broken coast.
A beacon casts its waving arm,
bending light
through the howling wind,
steering ships away from harm.
Full moon
climbing high in the night;
a warning sounds its red alarm;
Your fleets scatter
their masts at bay,
collected, harbored, and withdrawn;
docked, fouled, and frayed.
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