Boatman

Boatman

Help me I cry out
Despairing
Of balancing my boat
My boatman smiles
Icy granite
He knows and corrects my course.

Invisible shivers
Caress spine
Dumb wooden oar in skilled hands
Expertly plying
Through deep waters.
Moon floats magic...
mysteries unfettered.

Each tiny teardrop
You squeeze out of my wooden fortitude makes a wake
Wailing and
Splashing noisily
While
The night
silently gurgles
replete with 
affectionate care.

And yet
The shaky boat balances under
Your all knowing feet,
And not you on it.

It's not you
O beloved boatman
But I who dare
Fate.

Steering
My shivering ark
To oblivion.
The dreaming boat
Understands your silent covenant
That it wavers like moonlit waters
And still dances to your elfin movement.

knowledge flowing
Upon floor of wisdom
Takes chances.
Not even your desertion matters.

Your command transmitting soul to
Lifeless oar...
Empowers them
Into Savior's arms.

Now setting sun
Makes fine haze of day
Night spreads fine meshed bridal veil
over my hopeful blush.

I sway joyful on precarious waves
Directed by slightest loving motions
Mere suggestions of nuanced hands.

Supplicant vessel and pliant oar
My suppliant will creating space
For your reign
Not your wilful wild dominance.
A subtle abdication satisfaction in your supremacy.

But now
Boatman you row
Away ...
lightly step
Onto the shores ...
Whistling  teasing tune for
Carefree winds...

When  is the next time
we sail?
I do not know.
You did not leave your note
On wind or water
For it neither floats
Nor rustles hope to me.

I'm staunch resignation
Stabbed by
tug of resistance.

Defy the anchors of muted  destiny.

Pulls me back in slow sure  circle....
waves make fluent ripples
Spreading and dying
Spreading and fading into
Futile temporal reality.

The wind makes waters speak
Tall tales whispered in the dark
Of a mirage
A boatman
Who sails accross the seventh sea
Igniting hearts...never
Seen.

Drowning fallen vessels on charmed fatal encounters 
Till in  the end
Wrecked amidst
jutting rocks under shallow waters that
could not hold them up.

Boatman do not tarry on my broken shores.
Upon your disappearance
Waits a dawn of truth
When I can inspect the damages
And still
bring out my
Diamond memories untouched.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014