A Ship in a Bottle

A Ship in a Bottle

On the dawn of her maiden voyage,

The sun peeks over the horizon

And paints all shades of orange and blue.

Like a graceful heron, she spreads her silky wings.

The wind fills up her sail and propels her onward:

The mighty galleon slices through each crest

As she glides over the peaceful waves.

Her bow, humming, skipping through every swell,

Her freshly painted figurehead beholds the sun with a steady gaze.

Rows of cannons, poised to act.

Our destination clear through the crystal glass:

And at the helm,

I, her captain, sail on.

Through the seven seas,

To new lands and back,

A map of treasures, in my hand,

The whole wide world, open, to my ship.

From island to island,

From port to port,

Heads filled with dreams, my men and I:

Always in search, but ne’er a find.

Yet I, her captain, sail on.

Oh, what obstacles, lie in our path

Fierce tempests and monstrous waves,

Engulfed our ship in darkness and death;

Giant creatures, from the sea’s blackest depths,

Lured us to destinations of danger and despair.

Yet I, her captain, sail on.

Then came calm and respite after long stormy nights.

Into the new dawn, and through the halcyon day,

Then into the sunset, my valiant ship drifts on:

Silky sails billowing in the breeze,

Untattered by the ravages of time,

Always awaiting orders from a decrepit captain, at the helm.

Sailing endlessly,

Yet but nowhere.

Guided perfectly,

Yet for naught.

Sailing on, through each crashing wave,

Destination always in sight,

Through the bottle of glass -

I, her captain, sail on.