Take your ship out to sea and bring laurels blessed with holly on this journey to unearth treasure troves hidden in the gossamer waves
Let your flag sail high in wind and crane your neck high among floods that rage in endless sickness and fledgling health
Chests of gems and gilded bands await at the edge miles numbering thousands unfettered to all but time
Rally your spirits and hang them by the sails so passing shipmen may see the bones upon this watery hull and chant for boundless Someday
Storms await and creep like snakes through flumes of silver clouds the tears they wring rocks the fleet and dyes dry skin vermilion
Famine prays to fish for food while brine coats the shattered deck parched crewmen beg to die in sandy oases surrounded by undrinkable water
Promises and tears the only drinks now pain tattooed to flesh gold glows neither in caves nor does it shimmer in light
However many years pass as eternities brighter dreams mark crystal soils and platinum trees plump with diamond fruit float atop the promised land
Though the ship has weathered shattered frame and dried blood lines your chest the anchor dives through watery shore and cries through salt land **
Sands crunch loud underfoot like God's soft muse skies hum no treasure lies here but an ashen tree and the whispering wind begins to cry
my fortunate babe, you've arrived
I'd like to think this poem is about the struggles of aspirations. The floundering steps toward unreachable goals gilded by our flawed expectations. We are like shipmen, floating perpetually toward a distance that may never come, losing much along the way in pursuit of an ideal future. But often, reality is something else entirely. It is up to you to decide what this reality means, and whether or not it is worth the price.