The moon rises,
In time with a sunken ship
Out of the depths,
For its nightly voyage.
As this titanic vessel
Stirs the tranquil waters of the dark,
The crescent above guards it
From the inevitable light to come.
And as time spirals back to day
The sun lurks unto the sea,
Recoloring the waves
From the night's black to day's blue-green,
The celestial orb of night
Slows its chase of the boat
Whose nighttime travel
Quiets to drop anchor,
Forever blanketed
By sundown.
Forever led by the moon.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
The moon rises,
In time with a sunken ship
Out of the depths,
For its nightly voyage.
As this titanic vessel
Stirs the tranquil waters of the dark,
The crescent above guards it
From the inevitable light to come.
And as time spirals back to day
The sun lurks unto the sea,
Recoloring the waves
From the night's black to day's blue-green,
The celestial orb of night
Slows its chase of the boat
Whose nighttime travel
Quiets to drop anchor,
Forever blanketed
By sundown.
Forever led by the moon.
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