Gray Soldier’s Sigh

      

By the clouded spectral  light of  Winter’s moon,

On this burnished ocean without a shore,

I row atop swells of cresting dunes

Apace hushed music of  the muted oars.

Circumscribed with gold by hip and calf,

Hollow reeds about me breath the dim sky.

As I glide across to my other half.

Singing the song of a gray soldier’s sigh.

Adrift devoid the balance to my heart,

Defeated by this promise of my debt;

Where nothing to remember plays a part

In releasing me from things that I regret.

Lie next to me in the coming grass of time,

Should this life’s debt return a blissful find.