Buried Treasures

my sailing days lay numbered now I stroll the weathered decks eyes strain to gain worn focus of yard arms’ silhouette diamonds form a frigid sky our wake bleeds silver streaks across a calm horizon and we pray to god she keeps an untied line flaps in the breeze tapping out the ancient code to men who trade a cozy life for treasures of the soul farewell sea mistress and sweet illusions i don’t need your chests of gold Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ‘89

Intro Image - "Sailing" by Jennifer Geiss               
  Empact Image - "Moonlight Bay" by Steven Palmer      
 

Recited by Zack McComas