Reflectors

Guilted reflectors

Stand face to face,

One salted with guile

One oiled in grace

Yet bearing each other

With the slightest of pace,

A stillborn empathy

Deposed from its place.

Each colored with

Obsequious aim

But bottoming out

In apathy grey,

With stilted tongues spilling

Raw words each can taste,

And each saving face,

Holdout egos

For the rainiest day.

Each like the rickety ship

Which bares

Her angular body

Of cracking groans,

An up stream fish

Once steady,

Now lost

Delivered to the inky rings

Whirling into nowhere.

Then-lost!

As it were

Captive again,

Chained to the sea

And lodged in its den.

To emptily glide,

On brackish water

And surging,

Swallow the screaming tides,

Twin heartbroken arrows

Aimless and shadowed

In darting pursuit,

To taste divine love

Not bittersweet fruit.

So love turns dead corners

Its beacon en route,

Its devil red wings,

Grown black

With death’s bruise.

But bandage the other

With Samaritan eyes

And in doing so,

The ship realigns,

Steadies her course

And now sails upright,

Guided towards glory

Graced with merciful might.

And we are the same

Far as I can tell,

For I can love you like heaven

Or hate you like hell.

And girded truth readies

Her halting heart whole

To mend all the broken

Bones of the soul.

The captor is captain

If each wants it to be,

And such lies the choice,

For love starved of need.

Forgive all their sins

And turn up cast down eyes,

And be still in the shelter;

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Captor or captain,

The wheel remains yours

And such is the choice

For each guides a course.

The ship ports at land

And tied to the mast

Is a tear written letter;

“I am home now at last”.