adamdaniel

Marooned in Lost Time

I scan the wide horizon,
And bewail the solemn sun,
Pacific heat,
In mad repeat,
My lonely seat,
A wry defeat,
In reveries that stun.

I spy the rolling water,
Like a desert, but of waves,
A choking note,
From out my throat,
My little boat,
In tides remote,
With fish for dancing knaves.

I sink into hypnosis,
And arrive in lurid dreams,
The pall of time,
A curse sublime,
This awful clime,
An endless rhyme,
I meld in white hot gleams.

I crave a disappearance,
In some providential light,
But thus marooned,
With spray festooned,
To meekness pruned,
To hell attuned,
I’m lost from heaven’s sight.

I bob and sway in weakness,
And my craft is woeful small,
I rue the day,
I fell away,
The saints’ dismay,
No more to pray;
You’re doomed in Satan’s pall…