Fruit From The Rind

Living life through recollections of the past
Misty moon shadows and I stand aghast
Visions like these can never last
Just lash me to that flowing mast!

A prisoner of a vast frothy sea
That boils beneath the deck and me
A salty breeze that tries to set me free
Despite the past that persists tormentingly,

From the vague distance I hear
A familiar voice from the past so clear
Beckoning me like a phantom that comes too near
Shifitng shapes into what you can never be my Dear,

The past walks behind me I can hear foot falls
So gentle yet there like a distant rain squall
Washing clean the blood from emotions mauled
Until once again that familiar voice of the past calls,

I see in the mirror dark clouds in brush strokes of gray
Just another patch of reflection on this somber day
Living with the ghosts of the past they say
Things were not really meant to be this way,

Mary Mary you left our lives behind
Thought I could always anticipate your kind
But in truth I was really just flying blind
Anguish always separates the fruit from the rind.