Marbleyes

When the summer began
we were handed an empty glass
and told to poor until it’s full.
Back then we were overflowing
and everything was so simple.
All it took was a shake or a stir
and we could make everyone burn
like were were flammable and begging
for a spark.

When I look outside at night
memories sometimes cloud my eyes
it begins to blur my sight
and for a while I’m not alive
like I’m near the ocean floor
floating beside a decaying shipwreck
guided by a slow mellow current
under a single shimmering light
I can admire the towering wooden bars
that once contained it’s sails
that shadow a galloping horse
that still proudly adorns the bow
and the gold trim of a million small rings
strewn about the planks just in front of
the broken windows that surround the captains wheel.
still in tact
still turning west
as if someone has been standing, holding it here
all these years.
I’m dragged along its starboard side
flowing like it’s never been touched.
Leads me to where it all must have gone wrong.
It amazes me.
Among the soot and all the life of a thriving sea
lays the remains of an amazing tale
of seven brave men who fought their greatest enemy
and gave their lives to see it slayed.
one single falter brought them here
one solitary hole where it must have pierced.

The sun is rising again
it was a long, dark wait.
The clouds are clearing from my eyes
and all that’s left are memories
but how I see them now
is as if they’re still there
in front of me,
and we’re all dead,
but in on it, together, forever.
as the bravest
as the strongest
as the funniest
as the prettiest
as the smartest
as the loudest
as the strangest.
The best.