This one made the cut when I was deciding that nearly all of my old work was crap. But only just.
Like the fleet of the victorious immortal
they proudly voyage forth above the horizon
past the twinkle of violaceous sirens
leaping o'er the bow in tantalizing song.
"They are but clouds
pushed to their glorious destination by the inconstant winds."
Hush- the fey and fickle spirits
gently blow their charges along
dancing like impractical guardian angels
as they summon power,
intoxicatingly terrifying.
The rustling of leaves like the roar of the seas-
cascading song to serenade the wisps of majesty
sailing, dignified, masts proudly learning into the wind
and the waves shall be as seaspray mist
I want to watch a shooting star fall overboard
and catch the rope they throw to guide him back
together we will sit on the wooden plank
and shyly rock in tune with the swells.
the sky is empty now
they sail so fast
but only because we need to believe that the earth is standing still
Edge of the World and Beyond
to be read