Passages
Darker the Water, the Deeper the Deep
written by: Gerry Stefanson
@gerry_stefanson
Heart beating like a drum
Hers keeping time,
Yet tacking to port as I’m starboard.
Ropes squeal on cleats, anchor slips our hearts’ lines.
Not totally off course,
But compasses do not match.
Eyes where off what the sextant set on
course of the heart, may regret.
My boat tramps on,
gives a peek of her shackles in tow.
What should bind, now jetsam flows.
Her dreams sight her horizons
Mine stretch on farther shores.
As years before, yet still to come
the division parted by waves.
Sails lashed to staves can/will, break away
Flap and fail as cloth rends
Hearts break and flay.
Lovers’ anchorages and ports
bounce, collide but only to briefly co-habit.
sail raised and lines are cast
through the windows and the glass
longing stares into an old tomorrow’s crash.
NOTE:
Passages series photography by Kumiko Hawkes – Shizen Photography
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