Charles J. Ingerson

HEIGHTS OF IMAGINATION

Screaming winds whip
my eyes to fill with tears
seas are crushing my ship
hearing the foul jeers

Never to fail or retreat
laughter rings in alarm
failing not to get beat
helpless to stop the harm

Ever to get upon back up
leading the charge ahead
never drinking defeats cup
never another in my stead

Heights of imagination seen
when destruction all around;
How can hell be so mean
upon mortal man to pound?

My mind clears from salt
even as the wind increase
my lifeline is drawn taut
but I’ll never hope release

Severed are the shrouds
darkness make the sea bleak
closing in are the clouds
and death’s smell does reek

Then I feel the need to grow
extending beyond trials such
only in enduring to ever know
how warm the Master’s touch