A thousand suns, those noble hearts,
All which dim before your light,
Encrust your form, adorned with charts
And my ship makes sail to map your night.
The sail does follow your spring-breath breeze
Your wind to which it must bow,
And for all the earth it wanders the seas
Only your shores can it seek now.
Wherever you go with bounding step,
The oar and stern must follow,
the scent of dreams it seeks to incept,
The knowledge of you to fill it's hollow.
Radiant you make known the sea,
Alighted, you are my epiphany.
2012 July, Moira G Gallaga©