Captain’s Longing [Section 1]
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.
The bugle sounds its cadence throughout,
While the grains are caught and swallowed,
Light is absorbed by the fluid,
And the sounds are echoed by the cool, mid-winter’s air.
The dreamer arrived at the shore,
And heard the cadence, long a time ago.
Saw the timber placed on top,
Love at first sight, it was.
Ah! the fire reached the heart,
And the waves of ambition were shining,
Clambering he went, falling rapidly.
The thoughts were fair,
The ambitions were clean,
The target was near,
The dreams were before.
Yet the confidence had brimmed too much, unknown;
It spilled onto the timber,
And the timber ebbed and started its long journey.
The owl resonated a sad farewell.