Galleon fore

Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore Love then dines as faiths are born to the measure of one’s hearts true implore Then the captives of the waves sang loudly as a choir Till the sodden depths remained the same still titles were yet held within the unquenched flame Bore the night the sparkling sky for the darkened purply never rests As the widow of a King bore all that she had torn Combing hill after dale for the goodness is there born See thine self for thyself in truth before wisdom is saddled upon the shelf Shalden…