Poseidon Poem by Victoria Hardy

They say that the stars
Make the next day
The best day
On an island
Of the endless blues
Where you head out
To the horizon
Whenever you feel like it.
They say that the wind
Calms
The deadly sun
And the breeze
Gives you joy
Of a priceless kind
Arriving from
The sea of Poseidon
Wild, and free.
And they say that you will
Sail the Aegean Sea
Under the stars
Or with the breeze...
And it will change you
In a way
That nothing has before...