The Pelican of the Endure
The Pelican of the Endure
I sat down to rest on the longest day on a shallow shore
Pressed, the wind my face
I counted the waves that lapped the minutes away
Till the grinding tide consumed the day, shadow ate the sun
Woe unto the shadow fair
A crimson horizon hangs on the edge of sight
As bright bits of an imaginative dream
Cascade behind a veil of still purple madness.
Lost now, am I in dream
From out that still shroud breaks a ship called the Endure
Upon the deck, grey old pelican sleeps
As the captains wheel spins, unmanned and unwon
Yet that bird is but the best of me
In the yellow beneath its bill holds the morrow morn
In his gullet holds the fish of life
Feeding deep on the sea he sleeps
Say old Endure your bow does rise
Your bell to chime as the midnight fades
Taste the wave that in your travel bathe
But disturb not your sail or your sleeping son
For the best of birds still needs his rest
Now on the deck in sheltered dream
For time decides the day to fly
A ship of empty boards when he does leave
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