God Of Blue And Gold Poem by Patti Masterman

God of blue and gold,
Harness me to your chariot;
Let us go flying over the seas-
The winds are bold
And full of birds-
Foam of the breeze.

In the dark depths of the deep,
Your brother sings glumly:
A low, mellow sound-
His queen is asleep
In the cradle of the gale-
Above, the waves pound.

Great clouds of iron
Are racing to harbor
The wind breathing hot-
Breath of the siren;
In the net of her sea-hair
The unlucky meet their lot.

At night the moon glows,
Silver path to the stars
Curves half round the earth-
Then the red sun grows,
Dancing in the yonder
And the day gives birth.