Beached

The ocean, vast as they say
On the past, laid this mass
Pulsating

Nowhere’s near
When coasts are clear
When ghosts haunt
Not to incite fear

But as a son
Led this on
The reins
Are loose
Took the mantle
Intending to be virtuous 

Twenty years
Never a straight line
Seemingly a yonder
No real plans 
Beyond sailing to the odds
Of a grand design

And what drops
Crystalline 
As mildew
And when in depth
Reflects blue
As thoughts of you
Is all this journey comes back to