Who among you will traverse the waters’ full voice?

When beside swells, droplets dwell, spray on ruin

By fine sound mind, relieved and rejoice

Allot dregs to wayfarers, fanciful, marooned

Immortal Ocean

Dream of Fair Isles

Farewells and forbidding from friend and kin

Tears foreshadow the salt in brisk air

Small talk of treasure without measure begin

Simpleton dreams are harmless it seems

As officers gauge work to sought after leisure

Surmising the arising of a mutiny scare

On the Lark, before dark: humble affair

Glide far by the breeze on the field of these seas

For jewels are fair winds to all seekers

Come blue coastal lagoons, men find doubloons

By riches grow none the meeker

The watches’ command shows strength by demand

And these stout come about, work for pittance

The waves pitch the Lark, as the push of a hand

Brave and bullied seek shallows admittance

From the mainland to sweet fair islands

For these rugged hearts, seas’ imploring

No clue to the rue that might be due

Or is the swarthy mind ignoring?

Crews’ wanting fabric of desperate lives

Are weathered planks and foothold, sure

The gales of a squall thwart this ship run tall

Sun in warm waters: tropical cure

Mutiny on the Wind

Hear you by pleas on wild frothed seas

None the better if currents be turning

Precipitation in sails, trade winds prevail

Muting proud soul that boasts, still yearning

Premature allure by Palmed waters clear

Deep valleys of dark swells must be scaled

Headwinds bring gales and cloudy days drear’

When fate is a sword a ship sails toward

While tomorrows’ soft hope is impaled

A read from the crow, as spyglass says “No”

Immortal Ocean buoys the life of these frail

Sailors’ fortune: cross torn seas forever

Bitter thoughts grow from whisper to wail

Perilous day chases the night sky

The wind is caressed in tall sheets

Even’ wears on, a damp coat dries

On the backs and form of crude and discreet

As the waves lap the hull, soaking mariner’s feet

Passing under the cover of night’s veil, starry

And gaunt are the singers of glad song

The shift of their mood is pitiful, sorry

Fighting back cries that the Captain is wrong

Ever-less strong is heavens’ host throng

Uncounted, but binds the ship on a course

To follow is hollow in dawn coming bright

Unspoken, harsh token births remorse

Hope Flies On

Their day-star arrives, Immortal Ocean horizon

Surface of gold mirrors a gate to the sun

In despairing gaze, psyches of haze, all eyes on

White bird of deliverance, as shot from a gun

Comfort, small, spying of Albatross flying

Wings perpetually impel to earth’s end

Fortune’s call fading, promise evading

Unabated course, when gusts are sourced

Camouflaged in white-caps, to blend

Narnelaine

Sail on as bold sailors and gather for dance

While on jeweled sunrise is a specter of chance

Gladness turned madness, and inspiring vain

She’s full sail with guns thunder: Narnelaine

Pale is concern of a crew discontented:

Like the hand of a long lost friend

For the terror of dark that preys on the Lark

A stealth black foe rains tales of woe

Leaving many a widow to fend in her dark

Narnelaine courts these paths in her sea

A mistress aborting to fathoms deep home

In her day, some say she had reason to be

Intrepid Invader who stalked all who balked

And Huntress prevailing o’er all she saw roam

Her speed and cunning are due preceded

By a thirst to be slaked and mistakes conceded

As fear runs afore her infamous form

She’s a gale and a tale of dragoness storm

Circles helm about with volley stout

Replies Lark’s retort of lesser grain

Infection from beating as ocean is eating

Through the hull and soul and blood and vein

From the relentless offense by the Narnelaine

Main sheets are riddled as tall masts splinter

Men shriek a “Heave” and “Ho”, strained

Great was their crying, ships hands defying

Orders to return fire, unexplained

Leaving said stations as had been trained

They flee in white terror from Narnelaine

Fragments, shards, of lives fallen hard

Float, scattered among the once living

On the surface of ocean churn dark emotion

As tearful bereaved, reeling, deceived

Hug remains of the Lark, none forgiving

Survivors’ strong will is saving them still

As hot son rises, no shade o’erhead

Now comes the task of salvaging flask

Cool liquid treasure for which one would kill

Yet, no leisure to drink sweet waters’ fill

Death is Her Trade

Delight is filling ships with lead

She listens on high seas

Merchandiser of misery and dread

She bludgeons all hope

While reaping the dead

Salt is the taste from lost hope’s waste

For those marveled at booty’s attraction

Promises cheap as unto chambers lost, deep

Bright carnival of fruitless distraction

Narnelaine rakes dreamers insane

She shipwrecks only to abandon

Lark’s crew is all lost, paid ultimate cost

Her soul is as dark as Hell’s canyon

Accounts by amazed sailors spied raised

Black sheets taking fill on the horizon

On billowing sail full speed will prevail

For she closes her prey and cursed be the day

Immortal Ocean bought forth to lay eyes on

Sad wrecks of souls barren around necks wearing

Time’s locket that conceals a dead potion

As sea whole declaring, with a storm front glaring

Pitted fate against hearts and devotion

Risked all in Immortal Ocean