Crossing

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.