An extract from my epic poem Kalamand, available on Amazon. See my book links.
We journeyed then as whim behooved, Our lives were eddies, wind and play; Great hearts were we, so far removed Whence any mortal thought might stray. And sunlight streamed upon our souls, And starlight to the distance played; As softly lapping water lulls, I would it were and never fade. For we on honeydew had fed, And with the winter winds were wed, And so, like clouds of August sped Across the wondrous sea. And many dulcet days there fell, And many harbors sheathed our bow, And many marvels might I tell, If tapered time would but allow.
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