Promise by Bill West

Pray for me upon this
sea of night
Marie Celeste rocking
empty like a cot contents forgot.

Face and hands
gone and a kiss
mouths the dark
Moses drifts
drawn from water.

In dreams I burn
in tongues
hell from heaven
darkness breaks
and light is fled.

But dawn lifts
wide bright clouds
and words fly
rustling like birds
beaks sprigged
greeting rainbows.

Published in Linnet's Wings Winter Issue, 2013

Red Sails in the Sunset

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