04-10-2012 12:57 PM
Night Galleon sails unfurled,
High and proud and tight.
A slender form breaches the sea,
Silver and cobalt and raven's night.
Sea spray and mist whirling.
Overhead clouds and stars,
Wheeling and twirling.
Up from the depths she comes.
Night dark velvet, a curtain of hair,
A course flowing down her back.
Cobalt eyes shining like a deep sea star,
Chart the course, set the track.
In the wake of the waves,
Before the leeward side of the gale,
The albatross, her herald, drifts,
Weaving in and out of the Night Galleon's sail.
Finned yet not of the fish or beast,
A breather of both sea and sky,
A daughter of Triton, a child of myth,
In a sleek, long leap, silhouetted, about to fly.
The eagle ray, the dolphin, and seal, barking,
Along the shore and between the stones,
With the tide and with the surge,
She swims, the song of the sea in her bones.
Amidst the spray and above the cheer,
Comes the her voice, a legend, spoken.
Sweet and bright and clear.
Some call her the Siren, others a Guardian.
A Guardian and Keeper of Things.
Things Lost and Things Found.
Some Things Forgotten by all, but a Legend
Long gone into hiding deep in the Ground.
Breach and splash, the seals bay...
Night Galleon, hard to Starboard,
Draw sail. Quickly now! She is the Way.
Silver fins and shimmering scales.
Upon the land, Snow White,
Some have called her in stories, Lost,
But in the Sea she a Rose, a Compass, true.
Her knowledge gained by a duck, a Pearl of priceless cost.
Marianna of the Fathoms Deep,
Is the name this Guardian of the Strangeways, bares
Such are the secrets of Things Lost and Things Found, she does keep,
A Navigator of the Strangeways to Nowhere.