Lost Souls
by Peter
Upon the wind he was born, one who lost
his way.
For he was far from the shore, a chill
was in the air.
To my home he did flee, and for a time
would stay.
His little wings wasted hung, in his
eyes an empty stare.
As evening crept across the waves, then
darkness on the deep.
We sat as two who knew no home,
vagabonds were we.
The sound of water parting ways, and
then a little peep.
He made his way beneath my coat, to
hide beneath my lee.
The moon appear above the clouds,
chasing the other light.
I sat in silence beneath the sheet, the
bird did softly sleep.
What made him trust, when all his wild
called him to flight,
It was his life that made him thus, his
life so frail and meek.
The hours passed more slowly than the
water below my keel.
I wondered if he was missed, if any
noticed he was gone.
Or like me was he alone, with not a
soul to call a friend.
Pondering I was upon these thoughts,
the rigging sang it's song.
First was gray, a long thin line, and
then more fire came.
As day was pushing out the night, from
my thoughts I woke.
The bird who join me hours ago and had
my friend became,
Was transformed in the night and now
with joy he spoke.
We shared a night as kindred souls
voyaging on till the dawn,
No time had I to share with him these
deep and wistful thoughts.
For now renewed with sleep and warmth,
quickly he flitted on.
Where he ended I do not know, I pray
for the land he fought.
My journey was not about a place but in
the adventure sought.
His journey was for his life, and as
such, a lesson I was taught.
