Visitations Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Flight like a severed soul
We watch the mortal Acheron
Sail on the liquid lamentation
Hour of mirth ends

Aegina rests like a sculpture
Silent in the Notus wind
The star has gone out
Poseidon blesses the dark ships

Lament, caress the Norse dwarves
Tyre falls like salient poems
Stags of the flames of Ireland
Rejoice on the meridian of Enoch

Who will speak of the dead leaving
Clocks can talk of Annwn
Have you felt souls linger?
Sometimes they visit