Missing Pieces

Port of storms
The weather arrives ahead of us
With pieces missing
And speaks to the rocks as if
It had some way of knowing
We would not come home again

While others roaming in
Dark skins pick the leavings among the shipwrecked
Lovers still kissing at dawn
Their guard down now that
The monsters are all gone.

but for hope we travelers
stay longer in a more beautiful but stranger land
trusting our currency might change
as our fears grow older