Unsung Melodies - Part 2

Hell hath infernos - so he was told,
But his skin did not seem to burn.
He did not see angels in clouds,
Had his soul taken the wrong turn?

Angel he did see, and most beautiful was she !
She floated gracefully and lifted his head.
Our sailor stilled speechless as he drank water
And then she rested him back to the bed.

Losing count of the hours and days
He woke up in a dark lit room;
Fighting back memories of deception,
Fighting life and the ocean's tune.

And then appeared divine angel again,
With soup and a loaf of bread.
Let no one disturb the silence of the night
Her fairness deserved sonnets unsaid.

Unsung Melodies - Part 1

'To each his own': sighed the lonely sailor
As his mates battled the fiercest oceans;
'To be left behind may not be a curse',
And so struggles his heart with emotions.

He journeys into the town alleys
Hoping to forget his misfortunes,
Camaraderie betrayed, bereft of love,
The cobbled stones seem like dunes.

Alone in the crowd, he looks for semblance,
This desert defeats the battle with thirst;
Toying with the idea of never quenching
The Sailor dons the clouds of Hearse.

His feet fail, his knee resides,
Unto the ground he does not recognize.
Miles away from house and home,
He drifts sweetly and closes his eyes.