Steerage and the lamp

Heron lost; 
Sunless, covered in ice;
No course, three days. 
Starved. 
Frigid.
Falling asleep-no, no.
So weary...
Drift

Into

Dark


....
 

Glimmer;
Cracked eyes squint;
Could it-?...
Careless now, anything 
is better than dying like this.
Eyes, arms, locked; 

Follow 
Follow 

Follow 

The light. 
Weary, but with purpose; 
Got some hope after all.

....

Harbor.
She led me true, the lamp. 
Frozen pines drift past. 
All is still;
In awe of the biting cold.

Crunch. 
Bow grounded.


Soft glow on the ice-slicked deck;
Footsteps approach my post. 

Warm fingertips, lifting my face to the light.
Wrench your hands from the frosted tiller, 
Stagger to your feet. 


Lean on me.
Follow me.
You are home.




 

 inspired by Steerage And The Lamp, song by Balmorhea
I would recommend listening to the song while reading for the best experience.