Shelter the rose a voice from harbor sings,
Awaken the night know not what the morrow brings.
Why go higher held prisoner at dawn?
Make haste the need to carry on.
What for have I against the ageless packs anon,
Whose spear lay haste to cut the night brings on.
To lay the truth in all falseness a lie untold,
A graveyard of memories my blood runneth cold.
I seek, and I search, I toss, and I turn,
Oh, wise speak not for my mind the fire burns.
Once upon a sailor the ship rampant run to ground,
And fly I cannot but I tumble fiercely round and round.
No tomorrow, no reprieve, only a prisoner captive in my mind.
© Cynthia Clark