SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Delusion

Words beg to be written down. So, when I finally finished brushing my teeth, I turned to my iPad. I know the idea behind this. The execution needs work and I just want to sleep. Fresh eyes another time, or maybe never.

Can I come home?

Delusion pounds the sand,
echo in negligent ear
Long shadows, elusive,
again clamber aboard,
shrink beneath sound
Fifty-five years beating,
breathing, chasing with
heavy arms to row
Damaged sails wrap
a warped pole, flutter
no more. Hope drifts
a creaky hull to sea,
searching an impatient sunset

I flee to night
It escapes me
Each morning brings promise
Waves crest, return me
to this place
I cannot go, yet
It's lonely
I wait for the tide
to change its mind
cast me on endless glass
send me
To the yellow incinerator

Time rewound.
Love savors arrival,
warmed by our nearing star;
masked in violet hues,
still, waiting, maybe,
for one small soul,
but, bleeds dry
Tattered clouds
dull in the ink,
long shadows sacked
A fading voice cries

Can I come home?