A Captain’s Longing [Section I]
Solid carcass; a gleaming splash of paint,
A spine laid on wavering lands,
And a gap in between.
The moon, fair, ambles out, and the tide splashes in,
The owls hoot; the fishes sing their own song,
And the eyes look out into the darkness,
Dreams laid within; hopes kindling with fires and wood.
And the bugle sounds its cadence throughout,
While the grains are caught and swallowed,
The light is absorbed by the fluid,
And the sounds are echoed by the cool, mid-winter’s air.