Our flight

(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...