Acciaccatura

Acciaccatura And filled with stars and the land A pale gentle hand turned the hourglass Of my soul Stalking the alabaster moon I rejoined once more Those who follow the dream Cutting through crests Time the scythe of a barque Treads a song of brothers to sisters of paradise The prow our ship a searching Arch-ed carrying the whispered will Of wishings an ambition to our hearts Pursuing the alchemy of the moon Leaping from the shoals A single white rose this beacon to follow The mariners we of her phantasmal Blown by the hunger in blood and breath Drifting in the calm thunder tethered to a single kiss Full of stars and the land A pale gentle hand turns the hourglass Of my soul The ghost in our throats calling Seducing answers to the lamplet Painted faces of splendour in her horizons distant She softly sings us closer Passage through the veils Drawing on this our meandering ark An endless ribbon of red flows behind The vein of each passing quest As this ship awash the glinting semblance of her face I have chosen like my brothers, my sisters; to be the seafarer To search her shadow Pursue the alabaster moon Her pale gentle hand Filled with stars and the land Turns the hourglass of my soul Isis the light and by Dianna named Magdalena’s rose of mystery proclaimed The witchcraft of the feminine Thus the sail-ed cutter of waves and dreams Embarked Billowed on clouds The diamond sea we gather Compass point to reflection The full moon risen alabaster Her pale gentle hand Filled with stars and the land Turned the hourglass of my soul (Acciaccatura; An ornament note that is one half step or one whole step below a principal note and is sounded at the same time as the principal note, adding dissonance to a harmony. a note in a music deliberately played out of key )