The Ghost Galleon

15.08.07

Upon a fathomless thought-filled sea,
Removed from rational coasts,
In a mind run wild with fantasy
Arises the galleon of ghosts.

Unreal and pale on the wide world’s rim
By poets’ souls pursued;
She sails the seas that dreamers swim
And by haunted winds is wooed.

Sad but proud is her ancient mast,
Weathered with thwarted love,
And over the vessel a gloom is cast
Enchanted by the sorrows above.

Woven with moonbeams and twilights bygone
Shimmer her age-old sails,
Mended with mist of eyes lovelorn,
’Broidered with lost fairytales.

Time-swept, dream-drenched, fancy-sprayed,
Her deck in the starlight gleams,
While by the moon to sleep she is laid
On a sea of forgotten dreams.

Wandering in a world of ghost reveries,
Followed by phantom shoals;
Steeped in the music of sad memories,
On the silver swell she rolls.

And now my woes must fast embark
Ere she sails for vistas new ---
A shadow gliding in the dark,
Carrying her eerie crew.

Thus soon they slip to stranger spheres ---
That hull, those hoary sails;
No more the ghosts and the spectral fears,
No more their silent wails.

No more the deck that the starlight pales,
The whispering hopes no more,
Gone is the phantom ship that sails
From shore to dream-lapped shore.

No more her prow, no more her mast,
No more her sighing elves;
Forever drowned in the depths of the past
Where only the dreamer delves.