Navigator - Poem by Martina Moriarty
She is helmswoman of all proper
I am the driving-Iron behind her power.
She is pine...and sweet sensation
I am the wisdom of her direction and legacy
she is unquenchable in her consistency
I am the bright spark that ignites her Universe!
I am 'fastened' by her Universal visions
my unquenchable consistency knows no bounds
entwined with love's protective designation
measured only by the essence of her sigh.
I have walked the path less travelled....
Neath the dark of brutal night
found a land of Noble Kings
where a Lady is rewarded
from a trickster's
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