Beyond the crusted lips of the mouth
of the sea, I entered a vast cave
and the sun disappeared.
Searching for your ship with only
the light of my eyes, black abandoned
hulls and broken masts towered above
like mountains of bones.
Moss drawn shadows on the sea eaten
walls like ancient symbols led me
further on. Faint luminescence beneath
the oily surface tempted my unsteady step
toward a sure destination.
When I called, your name shuddered
ahead then was gone, gliding to an elusive
land like the ship you sailed away on.
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Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words
