Above All

The Good Ship leans
Against the maelstrom,
Disillusioned, spent,
Wracked with despair, groaning
In darkness her death throes,
Lamenting the ghosts
Of her children adrift
Upon the crested waves,
Shuddering onto the shore,
Smashing the sand into shards
That fly above all,
To glide in eternal stillness
Alongside the winking
Stars.