Ferryman,
Two distinct worlds have seized me
my heart soothed by his voice
and my head defying the memories.
Two shores hold me, ask for me, but
no longer can I pay your charge
for every crossing of my heart.
Your oars silent, you whisper to
the water, sloshing against your boat,
while your steady stare is waiting.
I have searched my pockets, and
all those places I kept my reserves,
but I have come up empty-handed.
I look at his distance light
and can’t help but quietly wonder.
Do you know where these shores meet?
Maybe I take my time and slowly trek
to that place where my mind and heart
can rest together, finally,
in a long and pleasant slumber.
