II. Castaway

Castaway

On his island
He dwells.
Left behind
from a war
made seemingly
endless by
gluttonous Gods,
he cries for her,
she that keeps
him sane;

Winged demons
circle
overhead


“Know-how”

Sailing
requires knowledge
of air and sea
direction and self.

Green,and
yellow;
She is ignorant
to all of the above.


“Push”

Storms
at sea
like to see
just how far
they can
push each wave
before they
break.

On raft
at sea
under waves
and rain.
Here she is.
She thinks,
to self.
Breathe,
and this is all
she can do.

Under the strain of weather.
She feels no closer
than years before.

Breathe.

I. An Epic 0f Two

Once upon a time
before the taste of salt water
had flooded her mouth
before she had lost the compass
and learned to route that stars,
before he had ink
and found his voice to sing
There had been two;

Two beings so in love
the gods greened with envy.
Two,
whom before ever knowing
the other
had paved paths
To each other
Time and time again,
no matters what obstacles
were set.

The gods
so enraged
by this impenetrable
work of Venus
set to assure
the two would
never again be
As one.

And so the story goes,
the master god of war,
and the god of mania
conjured the plot,
to leave both lovers
alone
and distraught
cursing each other,
intent for the two
to destroy themselves.

Alas, noble war
was fabricated
and waged.
the hero,
lost
in sands of time
And madness descended
upon them both.

As a decade neared
of separation
with the heroine,
Left behind to wonder,
and unraveling still,
forced
To believe
Her beloved lost
For always.

Until one day,
she found a bottle
on beach sand
unbroken, shipped
by ocean waves,
A letter contained within
Heralding the message,

“and so…”

And so, she knew, he was,
still.

His bottled message
moved mountains,
as words he sang were read
By the only eyes
that would understand.

And to her guardian,
shining,
She too
penned a message,
and posted it
upon her front door

His song 
Finds its way to her
and she
Sings along…

Without skill
or preparation,
with only maybe,
Somehow, somewhere
And someday
She set out,
to port,
cast off
and by life raft,
out to sea.

VI. Paradigm Shifts

Acquiescence

After day 28
she stopped counting the days
since she stepped
aboard

“Home
is where
the heart is,”
she whispers to her shadow.


Inventory
 
She wakes,
angrily.

Again on her raft
compass has gone missing
lost to the sea.

Oar, canteen, bag and
ocean remaining,
Again.

Of hands,
there are 2
of lips, 2,
of bodies, 1,
of thoughts
hers;
Alone.


“Beasts”

The daemons
remain,
hate is their
amusement.

And they descend
upon
the tired,
bored,
lost,
lonely

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
from transforming
into these same
beasts.

V. Inventory

“Inventory”

She wakes, angrily
again on her raft,
compass gone missing,
lost to the sea
Oar, canteen, bag and
Ocean remaining,
Again.
Of hands,
there are 2
Of lips, 2,
Of bodies, 1,
Of thoughts
Hers;
Alone.


“Brave tears”

Last night
She cried
It had been days
Since tears burned
That she had told herself
Brave soldiers,
Brave seamen,
Brave
Did not shed.


“Beasts”

But the daemons
Remaining
Hate is amusement
For the tired
Bored
Lost

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
From transforming
Into beasts.


IV. Adaptation

“Addicted”

From fruit of the land
he tattoos his page
ink in hand,
ink in skin,
ink in veins,
scratch the ink,
down
and in.
Adrenaline,
addicted.
This ink
scratching
is how he’ll live;

Pushing ink in.


“Hair”

Rich mahogany
hair
has lightened
to birch in places
dried.
She cares not
how she appears,
but imagines
the peculiar expression
of passing sea faring witnesses
with mouths agape.
They might wish
to save her
from the sea.
She would
kindly ignore the offer,
barter supplies,
bid farewell,
and sail on.