A GHOST IN THE FOG

AS A DENSED FOG CREEPS ACROSS THE SEA,
SUCH A CHILLING FEELINGS CAME OVER ME,
CLUTCHING MY COAT TIGHTLY AROUND MY NECK,
I WAITED ON THE DOCK,
FOR A GLIMPSE OF LIGHT, FROM THE SHIPS DECK.

FROM A DISTANCE, A FAINTED SOUND I HEAR,
COULD IT BE, OUT OF THE FOG
HER MAJESTY THE SHIP, WILL SOON APPEAR,
MY HEART BEATING FAST, AS I SHIVERED IN THE COLD,
THE POORLY LIT DOCK WERE OCCUPIED 
BY ONLY ONE SOUL.

WITH A LANTERN IN MY HAND
I HELD IT HIGH,
HOPING THAT THE FLICKERING FLAME 
WILL PENETRATE THE FOGGY NIGHT,
AS I WAITED FOR MY LOVE, FROM ACROSS THE SEAS,
JUST THE THOUGHT OF HER EMBRACE 
COMFORTED ME.

THEN LIKE THE BREAKING OF DAY
HER MAJESTY’S PRESENCE WERE REVEALED,
SOON THE LOVE IN MY HEART 
WILL NO LONGER BE CONCEALED,
BUT AS SLOWLY AS THE SHIP APPEARED, 
IT VANISHED INTO THE NIGHT,
LEAVING ME BROKEN HEARTED 
AND CLINGING TO THE LIGHT.

WILFORD BARKER.