My Maker My Captain

Deep in
my dream like
Alternate state
I hear you 
Call my name
across the fields
Of Elysian 

I can almost
Feel the wheat 
Brushing 
Across 
My spirit's 
Skin
Beckoning
Me 
To cross
The high seas
where the
LAND 
of the afterlife 
Awaits
Beyond

It is in 
My slumber
That my
Tired soul
Clings
To the 
Prospect
Of a reunion

A place where
Turmoils
Of the here
And now
Are replaced 
By 
Celebrating 
the return
Of the prodigal 
Son.

Oh how
I wish
To enter
This place
However 
For me
I know the storm
Is still on
Going
And I 
Will not
Rest 
Until
I find
peaceful
Waters
For my
Wife and sons

Throwing
the Anchor
Overboard 
Early
Is the cowardly
Thing to do

I take responsibility

As 
The navigation 
To this journey
Was set 
by me
The foolish
Dreamer,
The gullible
Explorer 
That conned
Himself
Into thinking 
That fairytale 
Treasures
lay 
just moments
Away

It Never
occurred
To me 
That the dead silence
That followed 
was a pretty good 
Indicator
As to
What was
To come....

Arrogance 
And Stuborness
Were the GPS 
Coordinates 
that I chose to
Follow

I guess 
It is now
During
Midship
that i have finally
Admitted
that I am 
incompetent 
In continuing 
To set course 
On this ship

In humbleness 
And Yes
Desperation 
I hand over
My command
To the Maker
Pleading mercy
To the Legacy
and future 
Of my kin