The Voyage
Grasping the helm
with scarred knuckles
from battles past.
We navigate this tested ship
through lunar tides,
flying our flags proudly atop the mast.
Sea breeze howling
as bitter water
pelts our face.
we keep one eye forward
careful not to stray.
Praying to Aphrodite
to guide us on our voyage,
wobbling on treacherous waves,
we weather this storm
testing each mates fortitude and loyalty.
As the moonlit ocean falls back asleep,
we rest under the effulgent stars
which resemble spilt rhinestones
flickering to the beat of a heart.
Still full sails ahead,
we’ll stay the course
until our ship runs no more
or our day of death.
with scarred knuckles
from battles past.
We navigate this tested ship
through lunar tides,
flying our flags proudly atop the mast.
Sea breeze howling
as bitter water
pelts our face.
we keep one eye forward
careful not to stray.
Praying to Aphrodite
to guide us on our voyage,
wobbling on treacherous waves,
we weather this storm
testing each mates fortitude and loyalty.
As the moonlit ocean falls back asleep,
we rest under the effulgent stars
which resemble spilt rhinestones
flickering to the beat of a heart.
Still full sails ahead,
we’ll stay the course
until our ship runs no more
or our day of death.