Strapped

When the eyes were closed I felt sensation
as the wind carried me to new heights
above the deck and in my nest
now Strapped to the Mast...


Lashed to yonder yard arms
lips tipped with thoughts of salt
cheeks singe with the heat of sunlight
adrift on a sea of fury
I venture on

Embraced in a mist from Aphrodite
past the throne of Neptune
into the calming waters
next to the isle of wonders
I journey on

I clench the fist of thunder
sail with the Flying Dutchman
drop into a massive cyclone
engulfed by swirling waters
I continue on

Strapped to this Mast

Thrown, bounded by the abyss
fathoming the sea
I emerge, rise up from the depths
to the surface once more
In search

Will the albatross fly above
find a resting place
upon this shoulder
use it as a nesting sanctuary
In need

Alas the thoughts, drained
except for one
that has bound me
to this yardarm

Love...

by spiritwithin
posted on 06/22/2007