They told me not to wait for you,
I kept to my usual mundane routines,
Received cryptic signals in a dream.
One day the seas turned to fire;
I saw sails a-flutter in the flames.
My dream was true–you had returned!
I ran to the dock as the sun sank low…
Your ship floated in, black and burned,
And everyone on board was now a ghost.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See?
Image originally from Pixabay-Thommas.
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