In Cabin’d Ships At Sea

“Here are our thoughts, voyagers’ thoughts,

Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,

The sky o’erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,

We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,

The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid flowing syllabus,

The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,

The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,

And this is ocean’s poem.” -Walt Whitman 1892

Entre les Trous de la Memorie, Dominique Appia

In Cabin’d Ships At Sea, a boy becomes a mariner,

Watching the horizon dip beneath the wakes of the past, turning his gaze inward towards uncharted waters,

In Cabin’d Ships At Sea, new ventures await, drifting closer to welcoming shores,

Hear the distant sounds of Sirens echo, moaning hymns of redemption, radiating through locked doors,

In Cabin’d Ships At Sea, boy meets girl and girl meets boy

Here their souls confound, here their souls renown

Beneath the thunder of footsteps above, beneath the covers of newfound love

In Cabin’d Ships At Sea.