Frailty of Hope and Sails

I'm raising a sail

with skeleton threads,

and you can see through me,

I look like heaven

above a blackened sea

that rolls like glass

as it attempts to escape

from itself,

waves raking the shore

with broken fingers,

trapped by the howling

of wolves,

and men,

and babes,

landlocked souls

with arms reaching

into the water,

no cup to catch a drink,

no sail to borrow wind,

they raise a banner of bones,

and I can see the breeze

watch itself go through

without embrace.

So,

it gives no movement back.