Once Upon a Journey Made
And once upon a journey made
did I first ride the wind
far from the scented verdant glade
with mainsail fully trimmed.
The salted sea is memory,
my days of sail long passed,
where death was bound by destiny
to vacant shores so vast.
I feel a surge of heat within
this aged shell so cold;
a mind and body born to win
whose beauty has grown old.
But once abundant youth did thrive
on passion's purest dreams
where eros was the truth alive
and Siren's sung her themes.
A gift the gods cannot evade
and I shall not rescind
when once upon a journey made
did I first ride the wind.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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