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Capt'n of My Heart
My Dearest,
The crippled shape
of your words reached
my atrium today, slightly
squeezed before filling
its chamber with content
Metaphors of melancholy;
a congregation of meaning
lined at the stationary font
of Holy-Watered Belief
Such intricate calligraphy
exposing delicate vulnerability
so perplexingly genuine
Repentance behooves me;
patterns my own quill
having etched various
designs in sorrowful motif
across personal existence
We all, through experience
sacrifice innocence
upon an altar of misstep;
Momentarily surrender
balanced logic to mistakes
we'd later regret
These Life-altering Teachers
of consequence puncture
the landscape of History
with the contrast of Dreams
You beseech Forgiveness
to ease the burning of Moments
and summon Hope
But I say yesterday is gone
and what was never Lost
needn't be found again
What sin is so grave
to warrant waving
a Sun-Dusted wand of Grace
before any Human presence
I am neither Jury nor Judge
over the blueprints of others
except for those of myself
On the contrary, I am You
I am Her, Him and every One
between who've thrown stones
I have no power to bridge regret
nor heal wounds except to move
forward with Time's Love
It's all I know
The Absolution you seek
waits Patiently within Yourself
Whispers, "Come Home to Us"
My Dearest
Page 2
You seem so good at leaving
So adept at forming Goodbye
from an alphabet Null and Void
to my stationed vocabulary
I always envisioned Love
as the First Mate of my Heart
weathering swells, repairing sails
navigating obstacles
You Jump I Jump
No matter what
Until our ocean found its shore;
our bonfire its song
our lips its rum
Maybe I've been wrong
All I've ever known of survival
is being left behind
to stay the course
Abandoned at the Helm
or Universally separated
by unveiled dishonesty
I don't know how to give up
or why I still Believe in something
that hasn't manifested itself
in this long Life I've lived
Perhaps I'm meant
to pull anchor, turn starboard
and sail straight into the Fire
Alone
Who knows. . .maybe someone's
on the other side
having already been through
Maybe it will be You
perhaps that's where you've gone
unable to bear watching Us burn
And maybe You'll say
with a smile on Your face;
" What the Fuck
took you so long? "
My Dearest
Page 3
I do not profess knowledge
of that which I know not;
all I can offer is a Spirit
that won't surrender
to the lack of Faith
nor promise
what isn't mine to give
That even Lost at sea
with little or no provision
there is happiness
The Future is her own Mistress
elusive to any grasp
and constantly summons at will
We are powerless to her pull
yet the method of arrival
is of our individual choice
We'll stumble, our bones breaking
persist, rejoice, succumb
to the disease of showerless days
and detoxifying stench of rot
on our skin
Beg for fresh water
Maybe we'll feel ashamed
try to cover our naked imperfections
exposing weakness in the hull
Shame can become a deterrent
refusing to reach for a buoy
in shark infested waters
Opting instead for ravenous jaws
to scatter its sinew and blood
across the current as fish food
It can be an excuse overthrowing
a weary Vessel in weakness;
a Mutiny against Love;
an unholy insurrection
becoming the new
Capt'n of Your Heart:
a cold, unfeeling hollow
of Living Death
without the fullness
of tears and Joy
Or, it can be squelched;
led Northbound into the rocks
a failed shipwreck of debris
While You cleverly double-back
South for the open horizon
of possibility
Like the True Pirate You are
and Capt'n of My Heart
All My Love
T
~
The crippled shape
of your words reached
my atrium today, slightly
squeezed before filling
its chamber with content
Metaphors of melancholy;
a congregation of meaning
lined at the stationary font
of Holy-Watered Belief
Such intricate calligraphy
exposing delicate vulnerability
so perplexingly genuine
Repentance behooves me;
patterns my own quill
having etched various
designs in sorrowful motif
across personal existence
We all, through experience
sacrifice innocence
upon an altar of misstep;
Momentarily surrender
balanced logic to mistakes
we'd later regret
These Life-altering Teachers
of consequence puncture
the landscape of History
with the contrast of Dreams
You beseech Forgiveness
to ease the burning of Moments
and summon Hope
But I say yesterday is gone
and what was never Lost
needn't be found again
What sin is so grave
to warrant waving
a Sun-Dusted wand of Grace
before any Human presence
I am neither Jury nor Judge
over the blueprints of others
except for those of myself
On the contrary, I am You
I am Her, Him and every One
between who've thrown stones
I have no power to bridge regret
nor heal wounds except to move
forward with Time's Love
It's all I know
The Absolution you seek
waits Patiently within Yourself
Whispers, "Come Home to Us"
My Dearest
Page 2
You seem so good at leaving
So adept at forming Goodbye
from an alphabet Null and Void
to my stationed vocabulary
I always envisioned Love
as the First Mate of my Heart
weathering swells, repairing sails
navigating obstacles
You Jump I Jump
No matter what
Until our ocean found its shore;
our bonfire its song
our lips its rum
Maybe I've been wrong
All I've ever known of survival
is being left behind
to stay the course
Abandoned at the Helm
or Universally separated
by unveiled dishonesty
I don't know how to give up
or why I still Believe in something
that hasn't manifested itself
in this long Life I've lived
Perhaps I'm meant
to pull anchor, turn starboard
and sail straight into the Fire
Alone
Who knows. . .maybe someone's
on the other side
having already been through
Maybe it will be You
perhaps that's where you've gone
unable to bear watching Us burn
And maybe You'll say
with a smile on Your face;
" What the Fuck
took you so long? "
My Dearest
Page 3
I do not profess knowledge
of that which I know not;
all I can offer is a Spirit
that won't surrender
to the lack of Faith
nor promise
what isn't mine to give
That even Lost at sea
with little or no provision
there is happiness
The Future is her own Mistress
elusive to any grasp
and constantly summons at will
We are powerless to her pull
yet the method of arrival
is of our individual choice
We'll stumble, our bones breaking
persist, rejoice, succumb
to the disease of showerless days
and detoxifying stench of rot
on our skin
Beg for fresh water
Maybe we'll feel ashamed
try to cover our naked imperfections
exposing weakness in the hull
Shame can become a deterrent
refusing to reach for a buoy
in shark infested waters
Opting instead for ravenous jaws
to scatter its sinew and blood
across the current as fish food
It can be an excuse overthrowing
a weary Vessel in weakness;
a Mutiny against Love;
an unholy insurrection
becoming the new
Capt'n of Your Heart:
a cold, unfeeling hollow
of Living Death
without the fullness
of tears and Joy
Or, it can be squelched;
led Northbound into the rocks
a failed shipwreck of debris
While You cleverly double-back
South for the open horizon
of possibility
Like the True Pirate You are
and Capt'n of My Heart
All My Love
T
~
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