No Words To Pass His Lips
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships,
Souls lost and swallowed by the Spanish main
A heart without words to pass his lips.
Barren memories, friends who gently slip
Out of reach to distant ports, not seen again.
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
Steering the ship away, risking the storm
No one near to save the ghost crew from pain,
Hearts without words to pass their lips.
Captain of isolation, seeking not
Navigating courses, without gain
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
Darkened gallows, eyes straining for sight
Swirling currents emerge. His chest fills with pain
A heart without words to pass the lips.
Detached from the whole, nothing to remain
Of the fleet once held so proud. No insane.
Desolate, empty as old sunken ships.
A heart with no words to pass his lips-
~ by philip m devin