Poems of Lighthouse Bob
The Devastation of a Seafaring Vessel #509
The Devastation of a Seafaring Vessel Into the dark cold frigid night engraves the full moon's pale blue light upon the silhouetted shapes of ragged rocks and piercing capes that jut out in the settling mist that holds and pulls the ones it's kissed until they vanish out of sight into the dark cold frigid night where seagull prowls and night owl screams as sailors wakened from their dreams remorse the starless jagged shore that rips the starboard to its core as briny waves of death rush in to capture those in their chagrin who kick and squirm with all their might into the dark cold frigid night, but, then, a whisper, not too faint, is heard from merging craft, a Saint repeating evermore, His voice repeating plain, repeating choice to hold the Lifeline and be saved or drown within the angry waves, “Please, hold!” He says, “Please, hold on tight into the dark cold frigid night!” |
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The Devastation of a Seafaring Vessel #509
The Devastation of a Seafaring Vessel #509
