Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are creatures in wonder and uncertainty.
We make all our heavens and hells.
This edge of possibility, where we search
uncharted interstellar dimensions,
the wormholes and blackholes
beyond our comprehension.
Intelligent maker of such things,
If it is evident anywhere,
then, we are surely too small to know.
Does it drift through space like
an unmoored ghostship or
is it the confluence of
universal consciousness,
the essence of intention?
Is this universe alone, or
just a branch of many on a tree?
Are we here by blueprint or
merely coincidental?
Are we a rough draft, or
Are we an objective?
It is hidden in the rain,
hidden in the particles of pebbles.
Standing on the precipice of fear and awe,
We are actualities in stupefaction on ambiguities.
We fill our voids with heavens and hells.
Yes, we are tireless seekers
poised on the precipice of the unknowable.
Ghostship...
Trailing souls in its' wake
Strange luminescence,
more souls to take
The flapping of torn sails
Masts, bleached grey
Ghostly trails,
lighting the way
Fourteen score years,
circumnavigated seas
Ghostship...
Looking for me...
Sea smoke...
Sea mist...
Tattered sails
Mournful wails
In the halflight,
Masts appear through the sea mist
Ghostship...
A haunting
For the night
Vanishing into the gloom
Ghostship...
Looking for a soul
Strange luminescence
Deathly grip
Deathly cold
Ghostship...
Calling me
Midnightsea
Strange glow,
from the decks below
Blackened sides,
burnt too
You cannot escape
Ghostship...
Looking for me...
Looking for you...
Through sea smoke
Sails, ripped and torn
Sails, stained and worn
Ghostship,
awoke
Creak and groan,
of well worn timbers
Whispered moan
Shivers
Ghostship
rigging ,trailing in the sea
Masts, bleached grey
Ghostship,
appearing on this day
Ghostship,
in its' wake
Amidst its' tangled rigging,
dragging the souls it must keep
before going down deep
Lonely souls,
neither alive or dead
The lives, the ship stole
condemned in waters, it sped
In the halflight
Through fog and mist
Ghostship,
creaking with a star baord list
In the halflight
Masts and spars,
grey and worn
Tattered sails,
all forlorn
Ghostship,
below the stars
disappearing in to the night
As the sun loses it's glow,
the ship takes on a strange luminescence
Midnight sea
Ghostship,
the night has come to know
Ghostship,
forever travelling in half light
Sails ,ripped and torn
Sails,stained and worn
Where she goes....
nobody knows....
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