Set  Adrift

The Isle of Mutiny
fades into a distant haze
of ashened clouds
protesting no need to look
over the shoulder
at a woe begotten
farewelled life of
fanciful delusions,
where entrapment beguiles
the weary, though it's comfort
would sit heay on the wearers
unfitting return!

Strong undercurrents beckon
waves gently flow and caress
the seemingly precarious,
yet buoyant raft, adrift indeed,
this journey into the unknown
tiring, though refreshing
strengthens the bearer
for sudden squalls,
rescues reserved for
only the last resort
or undisputed need.
when the sojouner choses.

Let fate decide
destiny dictate the course
of true direction, as eventual,
where needs be, not a moment sooner
Plotting this course, where wintering
in the port of primal pleasure,
come pleasant companionship
recedes, as does the waters
below the plimsal line
shall once again hail
the need to weigh anchor
of a makeshift ship of dreams!

Ch'erie de Perrot
Copyright 12/4/2010
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