Ship, fall night.

Ship coasts into still sky,
Slowing to the chilled night,
Black with wine.
Cold howls now, to stand,
In a city,
Waiting for fall to lie.
To hear the horn from,
Many miles,
Away to,
A mile away, to so close,
Now here.
Do I wait for you, or,
Walk alone.
Will you dissipate, reappear,
A ghost haunting a ship from,
Many moons ago.
I am trapped here,
A soul loved,
And claimed by sea,
He resurfacing by,
Celestial decree.
Docked to port,
Leaves of rust, red, brown,
Burgundy, I see.
Street lights and fog,
Silver green,
Light your way to me.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.