The Sail, The Face Poem by Timothy john Green

Thanks everyone for the opportunity
Frenzied dreams my companions
Obliteration and dance nation, the city
Calling me on for more, more, more
It's the peace that takes to the wind
She always follows
Even when I look away
It's a new page, full airied sheets
Turn about out of every corner
Fast flowing frightful flightful fingers
Poised. Looking. Waiting.
The captain takes a deep desolate dive
Landscape turned upside down.
Where is my air? It's under me.
My father. My saviour. My friend.