The Sailor to the Moon

they live with the fishes for their family...

How I thought it would be a perfect day!

Before the serpentine waters held their sway,

And how I thought I would come home soon,

All I am today is but a sailor to the moon,

 

No more stars that weave this magical night sky,

It was painted vermillion before I could even sigh,

I reluctantly laugh at the gusts of cold wind that heats my soul,

In this tapestry of mine to be erased by coal,

 

I could see that unicorn coming down to the sea,

And all those haloed white angels playing harp for me,

It couldn’t have been more of a delight,

When God comes down to offer you a ride,

 

As the saline waters wash away my tears,

As the eye of the storm comforts my fears,

I wanted to tell her that I’ll always be there,

Looking over from above the stairs...

 

Tell the children to go to sleep soon,

Their father wouldn’t come home next noon,

Tell Max that I’ve won the bet,

Got a catch he’d never get,

Tell him too that he was a great friend to me,

He would always be there when everyone else would flee,

 

Next time I swear I’ll be a better man,

Try better as a husband... try the best I can,

Tell mother I haven’t gone too far,

I’d always be there in her eyes when it twinkles like a star,

Tell her not to look so sad,

I’m just going to spend some time with dad,

 

The gifts and packages wait for me,

They order to come down from this unholy tree,

Now the harp sings the most mellifluous tune,

Honey, give me a hug, I have to sail to the moon...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. I like the internal conversation. The story was very good. Anything with the sea are my favorite poetry. How many stood by the ocean for their farewell? I like the total poem. A beautiful ending to the poem.
Coyote