III. gloried ship

You find me lying near the pond

all my broken strength is gone

quietly

I'd slipped in

only to never

breathe again

your rolling tears 

across your cheek

fall fast and thick

upon my face.

My stone cold lips

they seem to say

forget me here 

forget this day.

But shake me from

my reverie.

Alas, this effort

it cannot be.

Now I sail this gloried ship,

the ship to take me home,

to a place I've always known.