Days spent yearning to live completely,
Beneath the stars that kiss discreetly.
Uncertain moments awake in twilight,
Betraying embrace of impish light,
Sparkling upon the canopy of night.
What course shall the ship set sail?
Steering in darkness, mental focus frail.
Unwholesome rest, sleepless dreaming,
Small hours of dawn come streaming.
Sitting on a craft of one’s own design,
Searching the sea for a propitious sign.
Self-made prison holds its own contempt.
Freedom beyond the horizon does not tempt.
Hours consumed marking calendar places,
Witness waxing, waning, Moon phases.
Cycle drips another monthly-tide release.
Ebbing hopes and plans for tomorrow tease.
Weaving the trammel through passing years,
Casting the net that catches dormant fears.
End grows nearer, surely something awaits.
Imperishable soul submits, is it too late?
No harbor, or quarter, doubting all ports.
The storms bruising maelstroms distorts.
As swelling emotions struggle to confess,
Inward battle presents its own private redress.
Swaying on an ocean course unsettle,
Drunken skies testing the will’s mettle.
Gazing spellbound at a mournful rain,
Drenching rhythm drowning exposed pain.
Sadness swimming, down from the eyes.
Shots of whiskey, singing a sailor’s alibi.
David Stanovcak (Ian Bar)