Watching Me Leave

Watching Me Leave

Is the watchman watching

As the tall ship slips

Below horizon’s  blurring lips

And beyond lines of reason

Is he party to this treason

When the moment blinks;

Missing time that sways and slinks

Away between the ocean’s waves

Is the silence that raves

With such menacing fears

The sound that shreds and shears

Away at his sentiment and his sense

Is the captain’s tense

Still known – is it present

Or has it fallen in descent

Where he is now ready to remember

Because the seas of late November

Are cold ‘n tormenting

And winter’s hands are unrelenting ...

Asks the captain, “is anyone watching me leave”