Absolution

I walk beyond the fatal shore
to see what gaze can bring
and dance like a disciple
rescued by the leader’s ring

will he answer all my prayers
and welcome me to home
and be the man I always hoped
would save me from alone

the wind howls in the morning mist
and hollers strident dreams
when I walk past that fatal shore
nothing is as it seems

the distant cry from moonlit sky
the sudden chance that storm
would tolerate another cause
and keep so many warm

I hear it in horizons –
yet to see what can become
like a photographic still shot
abandoned by the sun

as I walk by it feels so shy
yet heats toward the core
sensing a shimmer out at sea
I’ll never want for more

and if my treasured trove is found
I’ll welcome others in
vow to remain a measured strain
absolved of all my sins.