Tides. Bulging, like silk in the wind.
Starboard. Portside. Desolate.
Bow, towards tides.
A crew of one. Birds, companions."Whole Sails, she'll take it!
Every last scrap of tack on the wind."
A crew of one.
Fabrics, muffined towards direction.
An Island. It waits for me.
Uncharted. My island.
I see it. The birds do too.
Coconut leaves, swaying violent.
Coconuts, flooding the sand.
Lanterns aglow. Reflecting over whales.
Companions. I sail.
Tides. Bulging, from rain of stones.
A harrowing route.
Squalls. Downpour. Sunset.
Sun rays, glimmering over columns.
Fabrics, muffined towards direction.
As I catch glimpses of the island,
before every drop.
Spruce, leaving froth after every plunge.
"Reef the mains, half-sail!
Loose the tops'ls, gallants, and royals!"
A crew of one.
Gripping the boat wheel.
Final rays of the sun.
Casting shadows over the coconuts.Birds. Still my companion.
Bellowing towards the bow, one final column.
Cloaking the north star.
An Island. It waits for me.
Uncharted. My island.
I see it. The birds do too.
"More sails, all sails!"
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Depths
PoetryIt's not been too long since I started writing. But I've found peace in writing unlike anything else. Here are my thoughts, what I feel, what I see, my perceptions, and my imagination. Welcome.
