MEMORY OF THE VOYAGER

Breathless silence in that midnight hour,

A page tore from an open book,

Twilight stars twinkling madly in cosmic lust,

He did not see that rocky shore,

And did not hear the howling of the fierce wind there,

He did not feel the direct blow of a shattered limb,

As the leg was broken into pieces,

There on that pristine reef,

Of shattered dreams,

Nightmare visions,

Plucked clean from his fertile brain,

To be placed upon the shore,

To dare not weep,

For his visible remains,

The sky did not open up,

Nor did the sacred ground beneath him,

For his dear soul,

Trapped there,

He lived,

A shattered man,

Upon the broken shores,

The brilliant moon did not weep for him,

Looking down at that climactic scene,

The sacred birds did not say,

For what they instantly saw,

It did not interest them,

As they flew through the air,

To intended destinations even they dare not knew,

And there, He, that sailor, his ghostly form did stay,

Slowly going insane,

Under the watchful eye of that sea,

To this day!