The Ship

18 line poem

Come, I am away,

To depart, this night, in the night,

To know this land at last as only

silhouette form.

The seas beckon their ceaseless whispers,

Moonlight sparkles on gliding water,

And sails flapping, I dip and rise

drinking ocean. 

The air blows moist,

Tracing prow and deck with intimate sea fingers of mist,

A soundless world, there is only water and there is only dark

And sparkle of water and shimmer of star.

The land passes,

I am launched,
I am gathered in power,

I am full. 

There is no further shore, there is no Isle of Rest,

Leviathan, rising, submerges,

Poseidon, saluting, vanishes,

And gliding, gliding smoothly across the dark lit sea,

I press heart outward towards larger fathoms. 

Raymond Lee Collins,

Troy, Illinois

January 13 1986

copyright reserved by the publisher

Carol A Wells

Reviews

[AYVID N]

I loved the imagery you used throughout for the magnificence of the night sea. I felt like a spirit propelled ahead in all my power, beyond earthly bonds, to explore the vast unkown realsm outside the known. I enjoyed this read very much.