Windmills click aloud
secret codes
metal blades become
spinning metranomes
from the south
steady she blows
wind driven footsteps
push on
like oars
cutting through the surface
of some dark pool
ripples of imagination
propel this canoe of
thoughts
vikings with braided hair
and helmets of steel
strike out to hunt down
and conquer
persistent question marks
lashes close
and open to find
a doe eyed maiden
set sail for a brave new world
whilst giving shelter
in the harbor of her heart
those things
she couldn't possibly leave behind
the wind shifts
and a weathered fisherman
emerges with the waking sun
gliding silently along the shore
patient and tanned
his fingers test the line anticipating
landing just one more
light streams on the water
like a forgotten song
chills move down the spine
a child's out on the open water
peering over the side
brow furrowed in concentration
gaze wide
how long has he been waiting
who's reflection
is he hoping to spy?
the windmill comes alive
and my feet stop
above the heavens spread out
one large mariner's chart
The world spins round and round
A million stars
A hundred different paths
To be travelled
Stories to be told
And a secret code
Morse really
Calling
Hear me
Find me
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