Sea Sick

And like sea-sick shackled knaves,
Shark bitten, shell shocked;

Soldiers of fortune, come!

Witness the unfortunate end,
Of love, once again…

Blink into the dim light,
Children of circumstance;
Meet the gaze of the abyss:

What stares back is a monster
Of your own making;
Wearing a motley of your

Hopes and doubts and passions

And insecurities.

These, too, shall be washed
Away in the waves
When the squall strikes.

So heed this,
Children of circumstance:

Those who have been here before
Will surely bear witness again;
Those, naïve as yet,

Will be broken by Love's master plan:

The source of the force
You have been fool enough
To believe in up till now

Is the vanity of beauty and light;

For each of our tears spills
Into an ocean of blame;
And we tread the waves…

Weary…

And sea-sick…

And shackled…

And yet so sure…

This time will come to a more befitting end.