disciples

The day I was no longer free

Gray greens were mopped from our ocean

So it fell to 

Wonder turned suspicious

And our ties became chains 

A grave’s disease

The day I was no longer free

The clouds fell without feeling

And heaven’s chord lay at my feet

Low brows 

Boughing in the ill tempered breeze

The day I was no longer free

I lay woven 

In my big blue sails

With one foot in that fluent tomb

Unsettled in it’s denial to old ages

And I floated out to sea