Vessel of dreams
let us mount the waves together
free from mortal trivialities
Past whale and gull we glide
to where distance beckons
For we feel the earth rotation
and her sister’s reply in the sky
Moon and tide
forever entangled
in game of magnetic charm
When thunder tortures heaven
spears of light split the night
and rumble echoes in our heart
Call out, shout with glee
to the creatures of the sea
and gather forth spirits lost
For there is no escape
To sail is our destiny
forever
Illustration: George Grie
Text © Marion
PS. George Grie – the artist – has published my poem on his photo page. Thank you so much!
To sail is our destiny
forever
Love that!
It is a magical thought
Found it!
Good!
One of the fantasies that has always stayed with me is the story of lost ships, “The Flying Dutchman” of course being one of them. And me, a landlubber! Figure that one out.
A beautiful transformation of the story.
May I ask where you got the picture?
Mike
Wiki: the legend of the Flying Dutchman concerns a ghost ship that can never make port, doomed to sail the oceans forever. It probably originates from 17th-century nautical folklore. The oldest extant version dates to the late 18th century. Sightings in the 19th and 20th centuries reported the ship to be glowing with ghostly light. If hailed by another ship the crew of the Flying Dutchman will try to send messages to land, or to people long dead. In ocean lore, the sight of this phantom ship is a portent of doom.
Perhaps it was a call from the Flying Dutchman that reached me late last night… Thanks Mike
Very lovely prose my friend. I also love the photo you chose to go with your writing. I really enjoy how your mind creates. Thank you.
Much love,
Jules
Actually, the words arose when my gaze and mind were lost in the Ghost Ship’s picture.
Thank you for your kind words Jules.
Love,
Mar
Very cool.
Thanks Tim!
Complexity tied in the beautiful words. Enchanting and deep.
You felt the wind on your face. Thank you.