clouds dark
within the shadow of clouds
a light chill
draws a quiet wind
between
sky and river
a last autumn sail
movement up a slow river
a soft dream
life
across a portal of death
is a soul at rest
river water
and no rain
a moment to belong
before
tomorrow breaks light
upon
a long way into rhyme
and lost words
upon a current’s refrain.
Soft, dark, bright, light… Lovely words put together in a lovely way. The thing I remember most about watching the ships on the Ganges was the silence. Everyone was sailing and there were no motors polluting up and down the river.
Forced to put the schooner Heimdall into dry-dock for repairs and modifications, the crew chooses to holiday in Southern Utah so they can rendezvous with the Professor, a brilliant confidant from Rabat. What he shares at the summit stuns the crew and
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