Adieu
Tonight you are a voice that calls to me
Across the waters from a liner bound
For shores beyond an endless, waveless sea.
The coastlines have no harbours ever found
By living voyagers and so we do
Not know the colours of the beaches or
Their wharves. The shading of your voice is blue
And maybe that is like a hint or more.
We know that indigo and cobalt are
The cliffs that travellers beneath those masts
Are heading towards and whether near or far
The lands beyond are filled with countless pasts.
…I hear your fading music from the deck
….As if not from a ship but from a wreck.