He sails through a fierce tempest in the morning;
her angry clouds darken the sky, imprisons the
sun and shackles its rays out of sight, out of reach.
But he, the captain of his ship, faces the storm
his eyes as black and fierce as she who tempts him
to his sunless, infinitely darkened grave
and tames one of nature’s finest beasts.
He sails through welcoming waters in the afternoon;
the air salty and refreshing against his tongue,
sails billowing out, welcoming the gentle push
of the ocean air. The sun breaks through the remnants
of lingering storm clouds, sinking slowly through the day
touching the surface of the ocean, exposing sunken
ships and treasures long forgotten.
He sails through the clouds and stars in the evening;
trailing his fingers through the universe, leaving a ripple
in his wake. He sails between heaven and sea,
and allows himself to be navigated by the Gemini twins
Pollux greeting the silver face of the moon as Castor
guides him on their voyage over the horizon,
and to home.