Dock of Souls

at dawn there's a flicker of gold  
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day  
 
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
 
what answers beauty from within  
what calls to the deep like trumpets  
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond  
 
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
 
should they speak to you
ignore the voices  
be it sibilant or gentle
or seductive and kind
 
or in a year  
you shall be at the dock
a waiting soul, watching
for transport to beyond yonder.