By Donovan Baldwin

Is my name still remembered,
When those whose paths I've crossed,
Look out upon the ocean waves.
Do they remember the times we sat
Together by fires on the sand,
Making meals and merry,
With the sea's song and bounty,
And the many tales that haunt it,
Best told at the edges of that
Equal abyss of ocean and night,
Where ghosts of other adventurers
And poets who have lost their way,
Still roam, their words upon the wind...
"Is my name still remembered?"