(By Gub, 21st of January 2024, Hereford)
The inner journey
Is just that -
So rumination is best left
To its own inertia
Progress
Lies in the outer worlds
Of falling leaves
and russet trees
No passage
Sailed is entirely solo,
Even the wind that haunts
A friendless crossing
Once Blew through populated seas
Hauntings
happen
when
Memories and souls
Reunite
The haunter's power
lies in evoking
What the haunted has
Lost..
What tarnish
Can be lifted
By a light
Rub of the lamp
The luminesce
Of a past love
Aroused -
And flames
Reignited
Around
The shared story -
Recall with
Vigour and all imaginative might
That great surging forth
The height of the waves,
The thrill of those white crested
Beacons,
The energy of the seas ocean
Hurling us up towards
The shimmering
Sun
And above the endless cycling of the tides,
Our flight
From grief...