Not very many listen to the island winds, or ocean out there, slowing to a still air
Its deep retreat has perked the jungle's ear, moving gradually like the song of Altair
Gone under to fathomless hold, the crew of the sleek gray ship abandoned what was left
Days and nights flow together in another long course as water and steam softens sunset
Rumors told of island sunk, tides reversed, but night under clear skies should be my view
Off the bow a strange call rang out, but not of bell or distress, no sign of phantom crew
Listening again, for those who did, hidden ire, and fierce tidal swells coming in fast
The scattered reed, thick below the surface of angry waters clinging to anchor cast
In the glistening row of flickering lights, sunken ship visible for the outline of rails
If they could breathe the fog as easily as swimming along beach in form of torn sails
Their cloudy visage and frail hands could bank upon the fallen tree logs inland and rest
The faint subtle whispers on the wind of tragedy echoes louder, as the dark waves crest
The aura deep with glow, although proper navigation was heeded in ocean's end domain
But at night, that night, be it another matter altogether in mariner's way, they may remain
And they did call out, in song they named their destiny to sail on, all have been longing
Underwater realm rising, toppling high peak, now a distant road, their voices still calling
Middle sea, north beckons from obstructing continent, and the guardians may greet us
For legends stay close to Macedonia and gods who find lost explorers, as they meet us
Unknown corners in trapped waters as abstract as their borders oddly disappear from sight
The sounds of soon coming tides whirl downward, the loss of zeal, against gods we fight
Knowing the briny solitude, once strong wooden spars faded and now they only drift
To speak in ways of the sea, in the timid turn of time came a weak cry vaulting as sails lift
To know the ship is far below, a silent curse, seafarer's tale, sturdy sail have been my rhyme
Leaving the last remnants of sunken ship to this, our abode, they spoke gravely yet sublime
The ship was stressed, the weight exceeded limits and the spirit of adventure held to gold
Alas, it couldn't hold, and the story aligns as others never forgotten as heard or once told
Cavernous depths touched by the laughter through the same waters of each warm cay
Sun pierces through hundred foot hidden anomaly and keeps alight the Olympian bay
As it passes for the hours in between, the ship will sail beneath if only in current's grip
Much has been broken down for the force of the sea, and for lesser tales about the ship
Unspoken is the beauty of the layered sea where star given to the quiet deep, cannot drown
The tear in your eye because we stand in sun's halo and moon's crown, far away and down
©Iggy 2000
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