It came in a cool breeze calling,
lingering voices that haunt,
described in many names;
described no better than melancholy.
An imminent hope of silver,
a lining to clouds tossed in lightning,
departed to battle the encroaching storm;
departed to battle distant thunder.
It punished glimpses of a blue sky,
strangled opal blinks of moonlight,
drowning panic of pink horizons;
drowning panic in the black of the eye.
An angelic kiss of ocean brine,
gives restless hearts time to arrive,
dark tides crash over starboard,
dark times crash the shore ahead.
It conquered men that sought to change the world,
plenty tears have been shed,
dreaming of a safe passage home;
dreaming of resting laurels.
An outcast in a tragedy,
at a loss for words,
draining rain that soaked the soul;
draining icy embrace.
It broke wood and steel with wrath of water,
sinking beneath went all hope and future,
desperation gave nothing but the great absolute;
desperation told death to wait a while longer.
An emptiness of a legacy benign,
chasing wealth and happiness;
delivering a child with no name to bear;
delivering no ink to will.
It remains through the sun,
tracing rays of light in peaceful clouds,
dying flesh cold from waiting hope;
dying given all that could be gained.