I have sailed upon the tossing seas,
And seen the sunsets turned to wine;
I’ve watched the waves lap ravenously,
Those suns down from the blazing sky.
Beneath the brilliant stars on deck,
The ivory-winged sail-birds soaring high overhead,
I’ve anticipated the shadows of mystery worlds
Peering inquiringly over the tides, as a child from her bed.
Day breaks, and I wander foreign shores once more,
But the lustre of Morning gleams wan;
I pass avenues of roses, eerily sure
Of having passed them already countless times before.
Day falls like clockwork,
Night’s indigo blood drips once more
Through the heavens.
But Blue is eternal.
All are consumed
In the madness of the Sea,
Throwing herself against the rocks
The ivory-winged sail-birds
No sea-breath buoys them upon the air,
Nor current bears me here or there.
Upon the sea ⸺
Is home to me.
But had I wings
To call my own,
I’d cut those angelbirds free;
And far from earthly seas we would fly,
Darting and dizzy between the planets whirling
Across the Universe
Weary with wandering,
In death dream