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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.17.21.28.9042]] |
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Foamy miles disappeared in sturdy rhythms, to and fro towards the Equator, Hours pass; insistent gulls as target practice as we saved our feast for later. Sultry whisper of ocean nymphs caressed my ears, sirens tempting sweetly; Telling me she was a hint beyond the horizon, soon to disappear completely. Shielding eyes from roaring corona I gaze at vapory trail of her craft, swift; I knew I would lay with but her memory forever if winds abandon me, drift. Vast and gaping, flat blue is daunting indeed; save for tidal I make my way, For I've nothing to stop me but time which it shall, but not upon a clear day. To my captain push onward in pursuit; Lord, man, have you never wanted? Better to make these waves our watery graves than surrender the hunted. Now my fury dissipates upon the seaspray; she moves at paces uncharted, I hear the strain of the hull against forceful will; man, ship, broken-hearted. One hope remains of retrieval from swells of despair; hello, captured dove, Find glimmer of her soul; take from my memories and plead upon my love. A kiss for luck, then high into the glare of sunshine it flies, darting into sky, Able to gaze trajectory to razor of crests and ceiling; shall it catch her eye? Suddenly push of the gust ceases, and I await my answer upon the breeze, Off in the distance comes a blur; possibly of her, perhaps an alluring tease. |