And she rode the heavy seas
Her land and home gone, gone
****** beneath the froth as by
some great icthyotic wrong.
Sails unfurled to take the wind
she flies before a storm spurned
from psychic halcyon, but
Who knows her goal, the home
of her heart as the future pulls her on.
She vainly peers along the 'rizon
foam beading on her furrowed brow
and in her heart she hears the voice
that calls clear and warm to stay
and eschew the charms of life
in nether-weir this day.
But, nay, she gathers and bursts forth
fleet and sure, to ride the peaks
the more to find her way and
not to rest in watery pasture more.
You're on a journey, that is all
you'll heal hurt heart, a world
as round you go to find; the ****
and rime that gathers now
to hew and leave behind.

Oct. ‘13
Done! Feb 18, 2019