if you were chosen…… (if if if)
under the indigo moonrise, memories resurface to withdraw the soul from its hurricanes.
the sea returns you to your youth. moonbruised and hollow; thrust into life as neither angel nor saint.
do not wander into the haze. do not disappear.
swallow the false ideas of faith. everybody’s wrong. everybody’s right.
hands clasped in prayer, muttered sermons for those weathered at sea. helpless, frightened, solitary.
this sea is a horror and a harbor. it will not give you what you want. no sainthoods are respected here.
desperation turns fragile. then daylight breaks. everything is not as you once thought.
do not run away this time. do not disappear.
these waters do not belong. yet, and yet, it invites.
holy angels weep silently from afar. mere observers to the illusions of pale dusk.
do not disappear. not now, not yet.