Will Sandra (LC) c/c my poem about clogs?

[Fog-horns, even bow-bells]



Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail,

devoid of an older route, and drift

his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail,

his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift.



Long locked in dreams, assemblage,

soul sails forward, spilled life's wine,

in Nordic Northern seas, God Brage,

unworldly lyrics to compose, in brine.



I reckon he befits an Angel, alone,

he plays a harmonica in broken notes,

a song for loners or friends, gone,

mistral petals him along, as boat floats.



I reckon he remembers her, a Naiad,

the sun crowns his head, far setting,

a dalliance, a harbor song, her bard,

depicting of his solitude's odd wedding.



In dark she comes, from away shore,

along windy fog-horns eerie call, in air,

she sails gliding, comely to invite afore,

Nautilus and all drifting souls, in despair.



She comes as bow-bells ring, and sings:

'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,

shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,

to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'



She sings along, as drifts of mist repeat:

'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I,

shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings,

to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'

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Copyright ? - G. V.- 11.29.2011 / 28985177

(Written a few days ago)Will Sandra (LC) c/c my poem about clogs?
A wonderful seafaring poem with manly elements.

Long lonely days at sea, recounting dreams of love...



Wonderful imagery capturing and holding your reader,

not an easy thing to achieve, but something you do effortlessly.Will Sandra (LC) c/c my poem about clogs?
Interesting how you incorporate angels into you poems

of ships at sea.



I did in my Canada poem, true but no one will ever

believe me, but getting back to the sea,



if ever a place to call upon God's legion of angels

it is in that mass of infinity.



Thanks



BriWill Sandra (LC) c/c my poem about clogs?
A great poem. I do love when you write about the sea.