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Captain Blue Eyes
You launch me alive,
For each compass point you mark
I am bound, your craft.
Steady you navigate
The ballast of my trust.
Well-provisioned, seaworthy we hold.
We aren’t the first, but let us live the best!
The rest are scribed, stowed on rolled charts,
Ending hard by this new sea.
The rest sing prologue fathoms below
At best a wake to celebrate
Griefs to free.
The rest call out shoals and reefs
The best of our shipwrecks
Arise to turn rogue lighthouse,
Warn, protect, remind,
Throwing light on inscrutable crossing
Above the blackpool eye of Kraken
Below the rain of Lucifer’s fiery Fall,
Peril on the face of the water
Aboard we laugh, yet free.
Alive our restless crest rides swelling wave
Nods drowsy on listless, mirror sea.
We look up, still children, open
Confident of the sun’s kiss,
Arms wide, eyes shut mouth open
Taking on waiting on more.
You my rudder cut the currents sure;
Under the press of your palm I wake to purpose
Your breath swells my white sail
My stellar compass, you pace me
Stern to aft, sensing sea change
Are they mowing hay in the high Andes?*
You duck my fickle boom,
You know how to tack,
Where to drop anchor,
When to give slack,
And even to unhand the wheel
In narrows where your vision fails
So I can lash you fighting to the mast.
You find, mend and fortify
Infirmity in this rib
Seal and patch my frame
I forgive your moonlit pacing
And the rough side
Of your bite-scarred heart and hand.
The oil burns bright in the pilot house
Where you rest easy napping
My decks lay down the bounded plain
You gaze at silk auroras
Strip and dip on warm nights, boots off
Your footprint wets my spine
hands brand my wheel.
The rigging hums in purpose glad for you.
We swim phosphorescent water,
Babes in a great womb
At dusk in summer’s calling sea
Eyes lifted to crystal spheres
We are gears in the clockwork dome
Turning perfect and in key
Fingers trailing sultry
The meniscus of this tilting deep.
We are water skates tramping creation
Pressed suspended in the salty film
Slipping between the vast bodies
Of the rutting, hungry gods
Tossed in pleasure’s endless bleed
As the deep is ravaged by sky.
We are droplets, flotsam, creation’s debris,
Escaped unnetted, together, free.
Without you, I list
Without me, you drink salt sea.
I bear you on inland waterways, natural pair
Reflecting the moon’s sweet wavering path,
Dreaming at her threshold on the dock
All night we drift on good wood
Lifted, fallling, throwing day’s heat back
To the slapping water’s tease.
We curl like cats entwined dreaming
Falling and dreaming of falling
All tumbling breath, heat,
In the spaces of night
Fingers toes tongues mixing light.
Running swift and bright
You press, we strain and bend
You command me to the roaring edge
Grasping my lines you lean into the gale
You captain me to shudder, not splinter
Driving hard each seam and sail.
I commission all your skill
Your cap is thrown, a die is cast
The oil burns long In a well tended lamp
We need not be breached or lost at sea.
Know fear and doubt for what they are—
First mates wisdom, humility.
Unleash in the bright race
I say take no prisoners,
Strike for the horizon,
Cutting arcs of foam, slicing the northerly
Below the tease of high cloud castles,
Trimmed to play the fickle breeze
We are formidable, seasoned,
Equipped to be swift and bold.
My timbers ache to course full clip,
Humming taut with your nimble thoughts
To harbor in your arms,
Drop anchor in the sweet tides
Of your breath and steady heart.
For each compass point you mark
I am bound, your craft.
Steady you navigate
The ballast of my trust.
Well-provisioned, seaworthy we hold.
We aren’t the first, but let us live the best!
The rest are scribed, stowed on rolled charts,
Ending hard by this new sea.
The rest sing prologue fathoms below
At best a wake to celebrate
Griefs to free.
The rest call out shoals and reefs
The best of our shipwrecks
Arise to turn rogue lighthouse,
Warn, protect, remind,
Throwing light on inscrutable crossing
Above the blackpool eye of Kraken
Below the rain of Lucifer’s fiery Fall,
Peril on the face of the water
Aboard we laugh, yet free.
Alive our restless crest rides swelling wave
Nods drowsy on listless, mirror sea.
We look up, still children, open
Confident of the sun’s kiss,
Arms wide, eyes shut mouth open
Taking on waiting on more.
You my rudder cut the currents sure;
Under the press of your palm I wake to purpose
Your breath swells my white sail
My stellar compass, you pace me
Stern to aft, sensing sea change
Are they mowing hay in the high Andes?*
You duck my fickle boom,
You know how to tack,
Where to drop anchor,
When to give slack,
And even to unhand the wheel
In narrows where your vision fails
So I can lash you fighting to the mast.
You find, mend and fortify
Infirmity in this rib
Seal and patch my frame
I forgive your moonlit pacing
And the rough side
Of your bite-scarred heart and hand.
The oil burns bright in the pilot house
Where you rest easy napping
My decks lay down the bounded plain
You gaze at silk auroras
Strip and dip on warm nights, boots off
Your footprint wets my spine
hands brand my wheel.
The rigging hums in purpose glad for you.
We swim phosphorescent water,
Babes in a great womb
At dusk in summer’s calling sea
Eyes lifted to crystal spheres
We are gears in the clockwork dome
Turning perfect and in key
Fingers trailing sultry
The meniscus of this tilting deep.
We are water skates tramping creation
Pressed suspended in the salty film
Slipping between the vast bodies
Of the rutting, hungry gods
Tossed in pleasure’s endless bleed
As the deep is ravaged by sky.
We are droplets, flotsam, creation’s debris,
Escaped unnetted, together, free.
Without you, I list
Without me, you drink salt sea.
I bear you on inland waterways, natural pair
Reflecting the moon’s sweet wavering path,
Dreaming at her threshold on the dock
All night we drift on good wood
Lifted, fallling, throwing day’s heat back
To the slapping water’s tease.
We curl like cats entwined dreaming
Falling and dreaming of falling
All tumbling breath, heat,
In the spaces of night
Fingers toes tongues mixing light.
Running swift and bright
You press, we strain and bend
You command me to the roaring edge
Grasping my lines you lean into the gale
You captain me to shudder, not splinter
Driving hard each seam and sail.
I commission all your skill
Your cap is thrown, a die is cast
The oil burns long In a well tended lamp
We need not be breached or lost at sea.
Know fear and doubt for what they are—
First mates wisdom, humility.
Unleash in the bright race
I say take no prisoners,
Strike for the horizon,
Cutting arcs of foam, slicing the northerly
Below the tease of high cloud castles,
Trimmed to play the fickle breeze
We are formidable, seasoned,
Equipped to be swift and bold.
My timbers ache to course full clip,
Humming taut with your nimble thoughts
To harbor in your arms,
Drop anchor in the sweet tides
Of your breath and steady heart.
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