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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight Indigo waters fade to lighter hues, when we reach the Morpheus shore Where the anchor is tossed by a somnolent crew, in the place we are to moor. The ship settles down in a harbor, cradled between two arms of land As though lulled to sleep within this embrace, the keel leans upon the sand The tall mast reaches up to the heavens, to nestle amidst the clouds While waves gently rock the quiet deck, with each dip of its massive bow. Troupes of fish dance past the stern, silver scales casting prisms of light While birds on the shore flutter exotic fans, with no thought of taking flight Time halts to stand on its tiptoes, strained in balance it tilts and shifts Then the stars wearily blink their eyes closed, and the tide sets the ship adrift. The anchor is heaved and hoisted, each link draws a series of sighs While the captain stands quietly before the helm, gazing at the brightening sky His eyes crinkle up at the corners, emulating the soft rays of the sun As Awaken brushes the horizon, with strokes of topaz, sapphire, and plum. A yawn of breath unfurls the sails, with snoring puffs they billow As tangy brine streams down my face, drops dew beads on my pillow Floating thoughts of an uncharted course, bound on the seas of night Sink as the waltz to the seagull’s song, bows into the morning light. Dedicated to Evans, who gave poetry the voice to sing, and the feet to dance.
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