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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I will dream while we fly 

on wings that span horizons east to west 
I ride upon a cloud your belly white
above the plunging breakers of unrest
above the chaos cast by spindrift spite

hush of broken clouds
unveils tranquil sea of stars –
midnight innocence

..midnight innocence
the zero hour 
a blameless bridge
between the dark tale 
and the blank page
absolving sins of the late day
while the midnight hour holds the past at bay
while the midnight hour sends forth a new day 
the moon kisses eyelids closed for the last time

ah, midnight innocence
blame cannot stain your cloak of mystery
nor sully your exposé as the midwife
bringing forth a newborn day 
a beauty  rosy-glowed
sired to suckle from the teats of sunrise
growing fat on milky streams of sunbeams  

O midnight hour your callow nature shallow
nested in the dark hollow of the future —
O midnight hour your youthful nature truthful
untainted and untried 
yet to meet the temptress 
or the tempest
unfeathered  unfledged  and  unflustered
yet to fly and survive 
the weathered sky of the white albatross
yet to open morning eyes of blue
– serene the aquamarine 
the storm yet unseen —
yet to wean from the breast of daybreak
yet to witness Nature’s thuggery
yet to suffer  or  rejoice a choice
yet to rise in the fire of dawn
only to fall in the brazen blaze of sundown
doomed from conception by deception
as crowds of wildfire-clouds seize 
the glory and the crown from the abdicating sun
the day burned the remains returned
the black horizon your urn
soil and surf and silhouette 
smothered in the dust 
of falling dusk soft as soot —

alas, rosy dawn an angel face
yet to know of sunset’s coup de grace

O albatross.. minder of souls
lift a sailor bled on gnashing shoals

untethered from Earth
horizontal your flight and vertical your height
wave whisperer fluent in fluid language
wind rider your heart the compass rose
we follow the double-edged fleur-de-lis
in directions south to north
from damnation to forgiveness
North towards midnight innocence

for the midnight hour bares the beauty
and the late day laid to rest
bears the blame


Susan Ashley
June 14, 2022


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