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~ The Voyage ~ and ~ Vessel ~
In moonlit glimmer on sea-soaked sand,
She rests there, broken…throbbing, really…
For failed journeys,
Shattered dreams, and dashed passions…
She has come to rest, the end of a voyage
Which came much too soon…
Here, on the sands of nowhere…
Where broad-bodied women place themselves strategically, intentionally,
Hoping for a clearer view, or perhaps a personal tour
Confirming to themselves pre-established notions
Conceived in their ice-castle fantasies.
The seagulls and onlookers wander her halls
Picking at every detail, missing the breath
Of every timeless memory…
Never hearing the laughter,
Never drawing close to the heart the memory of painful tears…
Vultures, picking amongst the rubble and the wreckage…
Ladies, this vessel set sail one glorious day
With the sun full in the sky, and the air clean and deep to breathe…
When all in its midst
Were answering the call of hopes and dreams,
Wishes and desires,
Aspirations, and joys…
And not long into the journey,
Memories of voyages past called out more clearly…
Passions and Fears were so loudly audible…
The seas grew huge. Endless, in fact.
And frighteningly, disparagingly dark.
And so, to flee the oncoming violent waves
And the unforgiving ocean
The voyage came to an end…
And it rests today,
Here, on the very edge, the shore if you will…
What should have been a safe harbor,
Left her broken, and unworthy.
Sail again? Oh, perhaps she will.
Sail with her? Perhaps it will be you.
But to endure the depths of the oceans,
And the passions of the storms,
Your own measure must be countless.
Your will must be more undeniable than the very oceans
Out to destroy…
And your courage
Must be such
To drown the ghostly haunts of voyages past.
For it is true, this vessel knows the seas.
She has not rested because she did not know,
She did not become disabled because she had no choice.
She knew well and chose carefully.
She shipwrecked in shallow waters, clearly,
Knowing what lay beneath her tender bow…
Sail well, strong of heart.
Be not dismayed by what you think you see,
Believe only in what you truly know.
Shut out the voices which will rattle your windows,
And will rock your quiet journey with a frightening passion,
So much more than a lull…
Shut those out.
Answer only to the call to which you sailed once in the beginning…
The call of hopes, and dreams,
Passions, loves and joy
The call of souls in need,
And souls in response.
The night is quickly falling.
She is there…
That little pinhead you see
So far in the distance she has no identity
And has no meaning
But she is powerful
She is glorious
As she sails through the waters
Today, the voyage is gentle.
Today, the sun is high in the skies
And the gulls soar
Authors all, of a well worn book
A story told
A million times
By a million poets
Every line, different
But the message,
Hauntingly the same…
These waters are not always forgiving
There are days--
There are nights
When the waves
Come with such force
Such fierce fury
They crash her boundaries
And flood her companionways
And she braces herself
Against the siege
“Sails to the gales, girl” …
When the wind hits
She will sit motionless
Dead center in the storm
Perhaps pushed back
But just a little
Aaah, her strength withstands--
And stares into the eye of the demon
With all her worth
With all her majesty
she is yar
She was built for storms like these
She longs for the harbor
But the depth of her prowess
Demands the ocean
Screams out for the storm
What would it feel like
To sail at ebb tide?
Oh, but only for a season
Her bow would long
To race head on
Into the biggest threats
Of teeming storms
To renew her once again
the sweet nectar
One day she will not return
The storm will break her
The seas will swallow her
There will be no trace
That she sailed at all
She welcomes the challenge
The barter of the cheetah
And the zebra
She will eat well tonight
And float atop the oceans’ waters
You can hardly see
And don’t even begin to know.