Come cross the sea at night
when the moon is a target
pierced by an arrow, a jet
stream shot from distant lands.
One small solitary figure
alone under the moonlight.
No sound but your constant engine,
Your breath distant and faint.
You are not pushed forward
by constant explosions but
pulled towards us, dragged
on invisible spider's silk.
Your perception sprawls out
over the mutable waves.
As horizon and sea blend,
you twitch, trying to wake.
Our island is a shadow
blocking stray stars at first
then growing like a revalation
you refuse to acknowledge.
Leave your beached craft behind.
Walk the route you know so well
without having been here before.
Trust your feet to guide you true,
over the shore that sighs secrets,
to the glowing lake where we bathe.
We smile. Invite you into the icy water
and wash all your memories away.
All the poems I wrote last year are available as an ebook for free. It's called Lost in April Fog and you can download it here.