Voices in the Mist

Voices in the Mist

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In the first living hour of my day
Even in infancy destiny called to me,
Sweet the voice that drifted from beyond your shores
On misty Irish seas o’er Mersey Bar;

And I knew in the heart of my youth
She would not suffer for me to remain with you,
Softly she would call my name one fateful day
And take me over ocean waves afar;

As the hour of my day approached six
Destiny’s yearning was burning consuming me,
August’s balmy waves echoed distant cries
With passion I embraced the nymph of fate;

On the wings of adventure elated
Borne across oceans of darkest profundity,
Into crimson skies where setting sun declines
To lands of carefree days and starry nights;

Then at noon on the day of my life
Far from the land of my ancestors legacy,
Boldly in exotic fields of passion’s fruit
I harvested sweet bounties of desire;

But that lady of fate is capricious
Destiny’s fealty endures only fleetingly,
Cruelly she imprisoned me in my delusion
To drift a northern isle in Carib seas;

Left to drown in the depths of contrition
Caught in a vortex of turquoise-blue misery,
Breathing long forgotten threads of carefree youth
Recalling mid-December’s summer days;

In this last living hour of my day
Gazing through mist in the North the pole-star I see,
Sweeter still your voice that drifts from those fair shores
O’er misty Irish Sea from Mersey Bar.

Crosby Beach, Liverpool By Will Daviess

Crosby Beach, Liverpool
By Will Daviess

You

you

all my life
you have
stood
between
me
and my
dreams
obsession
possession
you are
my life’s bane
every time i
see you
seeing me
my heart
screams
the tears
i now weep
for the
tears and
the pain
in the
souls
that I love
when i’m
gone
you’ll
remain
reflecting

James Ford broken mirror

James Ford broken mirror

Orb Romance

cool-pic-of-spaceThe sun arose before the dawn
The morning of his day of rest,
With rays a-trim and beams a-shorn
He donned himself his Sunday’s best;

The astral aura fringed his crown
And cloudy frills bedecked his vest,
With trousers wrought of misty down,
His coat–a braided, cobalt crest;

And up he shone in dark of night
His wake a golden vaporous trace,
While off a-far stars twinkled bright
Below the world in sleeps embrace;

Into the heaven’s vaults serene
Beyond translucent silver billows,
That parted to reveal Selene
Reclined across her argent pillows;

And oh how radiantly he shone
To see her pale complexion flush
With love’s white heat reflected from
His ardent passion’s burning rush!

Then all around the Milky Way
Resounding o’er ethereal seas,
Celestial strings began to play
The waltz of Fate and Destiny,

And all night’s creatures awed to see
Their star a-waltzing with his queen
Go dancing ’round the galaxy
Enraptured in their lover’s dream

As hand-in-hand they twirled and swayed
In Gaia’s ballroom of the night,
Reciprocating hearts portrayed
The joys of sharing love’s delight;

‘Till in his luminosity
That passion’s bent his soul enkindled,
Like a tide gone out to sea,
Night receded, starlight dwindled;

‘The eastern skies turned fringed with light,
A draft churned mist in valley’s deep,
As birdsong broke the spell of night
And cocks crowed from the rooftops steep;

Then dawn broke o’er the world below
And Gaia sighed delightedly,
To see those love-struck orbs a-go
A-waltzing off beyond the sea.

Ship of Dreams

Ship of Dreams

No sailors muse ought tarry on the stars
When cast upon life’s ocean deep and far,
Though caged in sextant’s gauge the star he sees,
His guide amid those treacherous stormy seas;

Yet when those stars revealed through shrouds of dark
Cast misty spells of slumber on my barque,
Then Hypnos comes upon the waves of night
To take me to the land of sleep’s delight;

To ship at anchor on eternal shore,
A mighty craft of refuge from the storm,
The steady hand of Morpheus at her helm,
To navigate her safely through his realm;

Tall masts of sloom to harness winds of whims,
Unfurled imagination’s canvas brims;
Exotic currents of capricious flight
Now speed my ship of dreams into the night;

To realms devoid of sorrow and attrition,
Where fronds of peace alleviate contrition
And children’s laughter brings the soul’s respite,
Exulting in the freedom of the night;

And further on, beyond a mortal dream,
Where isles of gods in paradise I glean,
Unto a sky-bound river of desire
That burns with torrid waves of passion’s fire

Wherein do surge a billion sparkling gems
Of hopes and prayers ascending godly realms,
To reach the throne in Destiny’s great hall,
Upon who’s ears those whispered yearnings fall;

And anchored all around that estuary
The masts of ten-score Ships of Hope I see,
All bearing wishes from a hundred worlds,
That pour o’er gunnel’s rail in wispered swirls;

Wherein the winds abate and sails fall fallow
And anchor drops to grapple sandy shallow,
And hatches breached reveal her brimming hold
Filled deep with priceless treasures to unload;

And O’ such precious plunders do I bring!
Trite jewels of pleading souls in suffering,
That in their darkest hour of despair,
From Destiny seek peace in ardent prayer;

And raw do those stones burn with tortured pleas
That bring my hardy sailors to their knees,
Who send those gems of suffering with their tears
To race that river’s flow to godly ears;

And when the final wretched gem is borne upon that stream,
And all the tears of every soul upon that ship of dreams
Are mingled with sweet offerings that float unto the queen,
A ghostly stillness then descend upon that spectral scene;
And I can feel infinity raining down upon my heart,
Yet through the storm I see what joys in rain she does impart;

For stars of love descend in wisps of gold,
That shower answered prayers for those poor souls
O’er empty ships where silent hope endures
To carry dreams come true to mortal shores;

And when my ship with pity’s booty reels
And mercy’s golden wisps do fill her keel,
With anchor hauled and sail unfurled anew,
We plow again night’s seas of darkest blue;

‘Cross astral waves of endless time and space,
Poseidon’s chariot guiding schooner’s chase,
Till gray approaches through receding night,
Revealing shores of day in dawn’s first light;

And now my worthy spectral oarsmen haul,
To bring my lovely ship close in to shore,
And rest at anchor in the Bay of Day
Across mortality’s threshold does she lay;

And in the silent birth of that new morn,
Released those answered prayers on winds are borne
To fall through slumber’s mist upon the meek,
Souls blessed to wake and mercy’s harvest reap;

Sailors of ethereal oceans
Nomads on a sea of notions
Tides of night are now abated
Slumber’s oarsmen rest elated;

Mind awaken, spirit rise,
Morning’s beauty fill these eyes,
Ears awash with nature’s din,
Airs of life caress this skin;

Debark the ship of sleeps delight
Now harbored in the land of light,
And disembark her mortal crew
To tread the solid ground anew;

And face again that worldly storm
With soul restored and worries shorn,
Hold fast that course in tempests wind
Till evening does the squall rescind;

And when you can resist no more
Your soul lets out that stifled caw,
Then turn about on buckled knees
To look for gold in wisps of breeze;

And when another mortal day is done,
And Nyx’s dark domain usurps the sun,
Return again to that eternal shore,
To sail the mighty ship of dreams once more.