The yacht rest at the sail of ails
flowing through the eastward rails
where Ophelia scare is a wicked frail
sweeping remnants of an eroded fail
upon the trenches of the unseen trials
holding a crystal ball, citing dreams
dragging phantoms inside tomb scares
covered by the limit of the stormy sears
inside the cagy offenses in lonely pairs
burning in fiercely lightened fire-patch
where the smoky wind hides in a hatch
sewing signs of the end upon the latch
as the sun shines on a mountain's watch*
the nature calls and the songbirds awake
telling tale of a harvest and seasons of ale
where celebrations are a festival of praise
of laughter and melodies of ******* rale
upon the waters where the fishermen size
evaluating the worth of their rightful seize
inside the nets of worth where darkness lite
*beyond strength of the tuned rhythmic price