Ocean SoulsA Poem by K. HardingA tale of the ocean souls.“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, not breath nor motion. As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” -
Rime of an Ancient Mariner.
An old man stands with a cross hanging from
his neck, As the end of the horizon greets him with a
smile. Nowhere left to turn, he sets foot on the
deck, Unanchored ship; crewmen arrogant and guile.
“We set sail for the end of the world,” tells
one, As tranquil storms batters the ships
woodwork. “In search for rainbow’s treasure and the
Eagle’s sun, To find the Netherlands in the mountains of
Cirque.”
“Where the moon cries for deal souls, And the stars shower the world in dead
dreams. Not in search of gold or Dead Sea Scrolls, But where the planetary curtain bursts at the
seams.”
“You’re all fools,” the old man says, quick
and steadfast, A broken smile graces his pale lips. “There is no end of the world, just endless
seas so vast, And rainbow waterfalls polluted in nature’s
bliss.”
“But, as there is all but fire behind me, I have no choice to join you on your
quest of old.” With seasons all same, they sail the Black Sea, Off the edge of the world and into darkness; death beholds. Racing the black sunrise over cold waters of blue, The grey ship docks on the waterfalls seabed. One last ride before death’s rendezvous, To the symphony of sirens, their sea turned
red. The curse of an idle mind can infect any one of us, While the imagination of dead poets paint the world with oceans of gold. A sanatorium for philosophers where their tales turn to rust, The tale of the men who went insane by the seas clock; The Ocean Souls. © 2016 K. HardingAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorK. HardingUnited KingdomAboutPhilosopher of the stars. A voice in the choir of scars. Inspired by Tuomas Holopainen & Edgar Allan Poe. more..Writing
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