Trista

May 27, 2005

Set sail the ship
of pale white bones
wraith upon the sea

her sails misty tatters
her crew the cries
of her ancient timbers
her cargo the wind
that blows her course

set sail
the great bronze knell has rung
for the ends
of the earth’s dark seas

long and cold sleep
shall be the passage
silent and without
a ripple at her prow.

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