| Floating Between the Living and the Dead |
| He came softly in the silent dark, Floating over the still waters Towards me. No splashing, No sound made. He had no face, No hair, No eyes. His ghostly ship sailed on Behind him. This mist-ic creature Still walked Still floated Towards me. He said nothing, But glared Deep into my eyes, Piercing through my flesh. Was he a sailor? A pirate? An angel Or demon? |
| How had he died? Did I even truly see This mist-ic creature Floating towards me? I heard them call And He was gone Dragging me back down To reality, To life, To that night. And he was gone. Like a dream Or unanswered nightmare. I would never know, Never see past that wall Of the dead. And yet, could never return To that place To that night Again With the living. |
| (Despite popular belief of my writing class, this poem in NO WAY referrs to Jesus Christ. Though I am Christaian and proud of it, I am not ashamed to say that I have never written a poem which describes Christ as a pirate. Please, do not read into my writing THAT much.) |