Sacred and Profane

Sunset in the Ionian by Vic Briggs

A solitary mast

Stands guard against the rift

Of a decaying star:

The remnant of a daydream

Barred in wakeful mourn.

Anchored in pain

A scream of quiet indigo —

Effaced by nightfall — ripples

Until its wound

Inscribes beneath the sea

The loss of all dreams sacred,

And profane.



Daily Prompt: Mr. Sandman