UNTIL MY HULL HITS THE ICE
A love song of sorts - using Greek mythology. The imagery is of loneliness and longing.
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Can you count the ways
We pass each other in the night?
Can you speak to the waves?
I would laugh at the way we sink
If I knew what it meant.
I am not a man of faith or of prayer;
My temple is my home
And no place to worship Neptune.
I’ve not seen the god in many years
And I do not stand on ceremony.
Closer now, she said to me.
Closer, please, my love.
I haven’t had the skin to feel you in
Oh! How long?
The things we make in times of war
Are meant for times of peace.
But can there be peace when
The enemy is drowned?
Apologies. Apostasy.
Incredible sensations!
We speak to gods whose names
Have faded into the lost memory of the ages.
The gods we can neither see nor hear.
So can you guide me along these waters
Until my hull hits the ice?
© Matt Duffie 2018