Enchantment Or The Road

There is a road sitting beneath me. It chatters at me incessantly, prodding, suggesting, pointing the way. It is so charming, so sure of itself, so convinced that it is the way. 
It is so difficult not to move with it, not to do its bidding.

I watch it stretch out into the fog, disappearing, alluring. 

And then I turn to my left.

And stop. 

Suddenly the road is quiet, for I have found enchantment in the stillness, in the unmoving. 

I have found the way, and I need not move, for the road can haunt no man who has chosen to step aside. 

There Are Taller Things Than You Or I

There are taller things than you or I; they carry moments in their hands. They leave no footprints though they clamour; nor lament for those they brand.
There are taller things than you or I; they bend towards our fear. They infer with blades of silence; in the eyes of those held dear.

There are taller things than you or I; they fill the vacant earth. They enshrine by act of torment; they remind us of our worth... 

The Captain And The Storm

Only as a ghost, is she seen today - this day was the last she would ever know calm water. 

One man alone noticed that the crew were not mirrored in the peaceful bay, as they crossed the boarding platform. That man was the Captain. He boarded  silently, and eventually steered her into a brooding North Sea.

It was a storm born of lands scarred by wind and ice. It was a storm that was unleashed from beyond affronted, ancient mountains, and it raged its way across the sea, with one intent.

Those who see her now, find it possible only to recount one thing; a captain, standing tall, staring from the cabin, smiling at the wild ocean ahead of him, before it fades again into a freezing ocean, that never forgets.