The Ocean

Sweet syrup of dreams,
absinthe of the moon,
fragrant with fables forgotten,
spiced with ages past,
heaving and sighing beneath
the clockwork of constellations,
its rhythms a strange medicine,
or poison for the soul…


Take me away to the mermaids,
to their palace in the coral,
to the throne overgrown with anemone.
Let me listen to the lorelei, to the whales,
as they dance the dance of stars and black holes,
in deep dark depths as empty
as the foam that whispers at my ankles.


As I walk this shore,
I am a castaway that has found land,
and a desert vagabond that has found water.
I am a pirate that has found
the thin edge between freedom and failure
as I make my great escape
from the attacking dragoons that spit in the sand,
and the shadows of ancient plesiosaur
that lurk in the evening twilight.