The Drifter He is carried to the water’s edge Under a field of stars They wade into the shallows And lower his stiff body Into the warm welcoming arms of the pool They give him to the depths They give him to the darkness Then climb back through the frigid air To the cold dry bank They still have years of winter left He can have the heat His Ragnarok’s no more His breath is finally ebbing They give him to the night They give him to his dawn Then the still waters of the lake Serenity enshrined Their swift current pulls him out To meet his black fate Coils of pain wrap round his chest As heat from deep below Wraps him in soothing blankets of warmth He hasn’t breathed in quite some time The drifter softly notes As his lungs begin to burn But now he’s drifting Now he’s lost Any chance to make a turn His fists are clenched His eyes screwed shut As farther out he goes
Time goes by and seasons pass The drifter starts to think About the hard harsh winter life Back on the severe beach The boiling fires of the abyss Are not what he had thought A life of gently drifting Through warm waters brought |