Widow's Walk
Dead men tell no lies, nor speak of loved ones lost.
Retrieving faded memories.
What price?
What cost?
Barter for time, go back when, pirates bootie if I obtained.
For answers to questions why?
A bribe to ease the pain.
Lost forever, gone away.
I walk the widow's walk.
Gazing out upon the sea, with god's speed and to whom I talk.
I ask of him your safe return, from the oceans deep.
In my heart I long for you, keeping me from sleep.
Fore if I do, dose away, restless nights do creep.
Through open window I hear calling, sea breezes part the drape.
Wash ashore to my dismay, bottle, they retrieve.
Letter lost, years afloat, no longer do I grieve.
Dearest one, truest love, I part from you this day.
Ship wreck, far from shore, my love I must convey.
Waited five and twenty more, I read the words you scribed.
Waken by harsh cries of gull's, mocking, in dreams, was denied.
Along the widow's walk, look out, eyes fixed upon the horizon.
And as always.
My request.
My plea.
With gods speed, may you return.
Grant me restful sleep.
poem by Gary Kedron
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