Windsor Guadalupe Jr
The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #4
I sit adjacent to the sea
As the humdrum wind
Cradles me with a mother’s warmth.
I wish myself well
Like the kindred of the sea
But I break as the waves
Shatter upon the very blithe
Touch of ephemeral force.
I am mutilated
Like the blank hours
Of the night
Where the breeze is as scant
As the other seafarers
Are asleep inside themselves
Kindred, silken things
And precious pearls.
I blame the waves
As they rummage towards the shores!
Upon my very burning passion
To be one with the waves,
I lose them upon encumbrance:
An insidious enthralling.
A sententious death
Wrapped within the sea.
The moon’s harlequin
Laughs at me and my folly
As I dare reach one of
The waves with these
Worn out hands.
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