A Maiden's Odyssey

Tis' a break Tis' a break There's nothing to scratch. Ponder for a vendor, Rice for a sake And there's no Ale for a man. Silence is broken and golden, The trees are not in the mood, To be wavy by the gale. Bright is the moon, But not the mood. It's a fair, A given fair. Life's a moron, And I'm a boron. Golden is the hull, But not the heart, Where courage lies in the cage, Hiding from the knowns and waves. Planks can be the constant, For the wanderer,Angels are these floaters. Wind does not guide the wanderer, Searching for the Eden. Young are these youngsters, And old is the captian. Cups can be full of wine, Not the gold. Huge are the ambitions, But not the efforts. Tricky is the rope, For the weak. Ready is the kraken, But not the canons, Rust lies in the barrels, While,Wine fills the tummies. Let the glitter of the sun engalf the palms, Anchors leave the decks, Waving the visitors. Let the gust fluff the mast, All mans on hands, For the search of unknowns at the end.