Buccaneers slip through the woolly passages of time
Tender hooks sway in the midnight breeze of rhythm
Far off voices echo the rusty past
Of a sailor’s long lost love
Mermaid, bring me thine eyes on a silver platter
And forever glisten in the womb of the earth
Achelous swept onto the mire
A beacon of light on a foggy morn
Off in the distance
Tremors from Hercules cracks the drought covered earth
Growing from the volcanic ash
Is the awareness of youth
Pan in all his glory is playing music for the sprites
As they twirl and dance
To the rhythm of dawn’s bright hue
Forever we will go
Forever will we dwell
© Bolan-Beaty Boogie
January 7, 2016