Poem #3

Poem # 3

We’ll sail on amidst
this saddened overcast-
with its gentle slabs
of cotton hurled
over the skyline,
concealing
our confined qualms,

which churned whitecaps
into their finality.
Serenaded us by
the ghost of the wind,
through its bosom
as it penetrated
the cracks of stones.

These armored hands –
fra-
gile as our hearts
concealed the earthly vows
sworn before heaven
and
earth
which drew the demarcated thin line
between each extremities.

I stood
before
you
with a
camou-
flaged
sin

as though imparting
the other me-
to you
with this pure ether of
whites and hopes,

Brought us to the very

depth of
unfathomable love.