Where’s the Sun

My soul , it creaks and moans .  
Like the hull , of an old wooden ship ,  
lost , adrift , alone .  
On the roof of the sea .  
Torrent , upon the tempest it cries ,  
my sails tattered , my mast snapped .  
The rider a ghost , and it looks like me .  

Railings propped , along the sky ,  
gird the darkness in her eyes .  
The mist rises up , off the brow ,  
from where the sun used to rise ,  
and make Venus bow .  
 
It too crashed !  
A black chunk of char , cold and dead ,  
it’s sad demise .  
Venus now ! the goddess of doom .  
Thor with his hammer , droops and sighs ,  
his mighty stature now shrouded in gloom .  
 
The stars are gone too !  
They were never really there ,  
and the moon , no longer sits in his chair .  
The wind though still whips !  
with souls , lost , twirling in its grips .  
Along the alleyway , upon the sea ,  
churned up , as the freighter purrs ,  
silently .  
With its ghostly cargo , I look around ,  
no one , do I see !  
Not even the ghost , that looked like me .  
And without a mirror , lighted by a flickering lamp ,  
I can’t even see me .  
So on we go , well , only me .  
Left to sail alone !  
On this biting dark sea .