Of Ships and Dreams

Just Me

sands ease beneath my wave brushed prancing toes,
scarcely an anchor for hopes and dreams;
but here the clear stream meets the turgid sea –
as do I.

a wounded bird or puff of thistle down
winks and flutters past strained vision;
but distance has no reins on horizon,
nor do I.

A ship! a sailing ship! heaving outward,
billowing clouds for luft and prayer;
but guided by tiller of another’s claim,
as am I.

I gift a sigh upon the scented breeze,
a faerie song – a mystic chant perhaps;
that my presence will affect its course –
as will I.

faucon

Must be a Parrot

I stand against the balustrade
to face the salt-winds of torment,
and whisper questions oft unsaid
to be carried to distant lands.

“Where do the colors go,
when the sunset fades away?”

and I hear an echo: “when fade away”

“When dolphin chase the flickering moon,
why do I watch in longing?”

echo’s refrain: “chase in longing”

“When twilight hush meets laughing waves,
why do I cherish thee ever more?”

echo: “hush the waves of cherish”

“When I can sense every soul nearby.
but cannot find myself at all –
why do I stare at the endless sea?”

echo ever: “endless ever near”

papa faucon

Call of the Sea

I sit upon a barrel near Monica’s cabin,
and am lashed to the embattled railing
to weather this storm of twilight rush.

I reach out and in to enfold
place and time in gentle wings –
and find my musings matched somewhat
by the faint whispers of a lute,
and a song of the sea –
Goddess Sea of our birth.

……………………………………….

There is something of the dance, methinks,
in the rolling of the deck aship
to the rhythm of the roiling sea
and the drumbeat of sharp darkened tears.

“For you should know
that each moist drop
tries to run free
to Goddess sea
in rebirth’s claim.”

Aye, I hear a song of Everby.
in the flap of sail and strum of line
pulled taut as heartstrings overwrought
be mem’ries of friends and lovers lost.

“Come ever soft
as silent rain
and white kisses
on the foam
in rebirth’s claim.”

There is nothing between me and She
save rotting planks and call of quest –
that define both myself and this ark
to skip the waves of adversity.

“Home to the Sea,
to rest at last,
to seed the rain
and cliam rebirth
as prayer of love.”

faucon