Sparrow's Hymn

Atop the mast great north winds blow.
Drawing ever near to luscious land.
Longing to touch the myrtle sand,
As seagulls sing, steering you to her.

Red heart roars and one is not enough.
The frown disappears from the mastiff,
As sounds of the the sparrow soar.
"Enough tea, Mr. Tillerman; Onward ho!"

Ruby locks fall like a crystal waterfall.
Turquoise waters flow from her feet to the hull.
There are no running tears for all the long years.
Mighty stern 'till first toe touches down
And into her body you will drown.

A prisoner like Ulysses in the sea,
Trapped with this goddess you are so free,
For her name is Aphrodite.

by Bourne
posted on 06/02/2008