Lonely is the pirate ship
that courts the setting sun.
Lonely is the end of quests
when all that's lost is won.
...
Herculean Oceans habitually bear
The weighty presence of their flowing might;
Soft winds coo them with fragrant lover's breath
Evoking ripples in the star drenched night,
...
You are a lot like
summer evening's
warm scented breezes
lingering, lazily lounging
...
If we live
honestly in the moment
all truths will be forgiven.
...
You are a lot
like spring rain
sprightly,
refreshing,
...
The sea's charm is soft and fluid
rocking ships within her arms,
I looked upon my vanquished crew's
dried lips and calloused palms;
...
I bow down low,
I take your hand,
and I invite you to dance.
I hold you close;
...
Not even a master sculptor
Could form lips soft as your velvet bows
Curved slightly upwards they unveil
Bright embers of your facial glow.
...
Beware the autumn's turning leaves
as late October begins to cool
and all the truths you once believed
masquerading as a fool.
...
Poetry, may you never cease to be
this proud wilful spirit emblematic
of our kind, take us on your journey;
let us gorge ourselves on your words,
...