THE HOLMES MYTHOS

Lost at Sea
Sullenness rises to cool the descent of sacred peace soaked in the mind
Table top memories once languished in love, offered as treasure to find
Sandy shore sentiments caught in the sails on windship silhouette trips
Pearls of wisdom writing the words spoken through deep water lips
Rest in the graves holding the love, quiet dreams tested by time
Remembering the many now lost at sea, heart wrenching stories of mine
Ancient the serpent who swims from the wrecks
Plotting to rewrite the play
To Saturday songs and small children thongs - laughter to live for today
Calling from graves, the gentlemen’s way, the eyes are songs in the fold
Riches and dreams now buried in schemes - as cool water fortunes are sold
Sunken surrender from hearts old and tender each seeking eternity
All resting in love’s gentle recall for the many now lost at sea