Hypnotic waves lapped gently
barely kissing the heart pine
painstakingly cultivated
to form her hull
Eastern trade winds
caught in her linen sails.
Whispering secrets
told by those who
delicately wove
each thread.
Her keel..
Forged
by the toughest steel
creaked with
a million caresses
of equally
hardened men.
Lulled into complacency
she sailed the way
of the winds.
Traveling a journey
set by fate alone.
Obliviously
She bobbed at the
mercy of the tides.
Carved permanently
into her beakhead
a wooden smile
grinned like a grimace.
Perhaps weary
with the weight
of holding up her masts.
Far beyond,
Thunder clouds gathered,
Rolling aqua seas beneath her
raged with
the burning anger of
God’s wrath.
Her false serenity
shattered
as crushing waves
splashed across her bow.
Awakening desire…
Rising above mediocrity,
she fought valiantly
against the storm.
Wooden planks
loosened as she
was relentlessly
tossed about.
Her silken sails,
torn loose
from their riggings,
flapped haphazardly,
robbed now
of their purpose.
And then,
The Sea calmed,
as seas always do…
And she,
bruised and battered,
(but never beaten)
sailed onward.
Lured by a
glowing horizon
that held all the promise
of its golden gleam.
Thus, now alone
at the helm,
she steers the tiller
with steadfast resolve,
sailing freely towards…
her desired destiny.
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