Seafaring Eyes

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Björk “Crystalline”

You fill the void with buoyant song
Been silent forty cruel years long
Now waves they crash as sirens throng
In these clear waters you will ever belong

From the bed you arise to stem the tide
Bearing gifts to make me wise
There persist no bitter cries
For there exists no dearer prize
No voyage of greater enterprise
Than the bounty of seafaring eyes

Coast to coast
Three thousand and five hundred miles ghost between us
Close to home
With a single comradely smile of Venus

She sits atop a throne of stars
Kissing faith on ships that pass
Bolstering each tattered mast
Whispering her bon voyage

You fill the seas with vibrant song
Been silent forty cruel years long
Now a whispering army of voices strong
In these clear waters you will ever belong

Midst sneering crowds of bearing clouds
You give the most compelling grounds
To marvel at your greyish gown
Tears of crystalline welling out

Beneath your grace the skylark trills
Its plumage scuffed
Its chirrup shrill
Been perched upon this lonesome hill
Whilst versed upon by deathly ill

Once was caged
Once stained in blood
By dovetail means
Thus gained true reign

Was never meant to fly again
Was never meant to try again
Beneath your grace the skylark trills
Its wings post span to climb again

You fill the skies with vibrant song
Been overcast for far too long
Now day it breaks and sings along
In these clear skies you will ever belong

Arm in arm
Not a white golden feather between us
Hand in hand
Connective
Intravenous

We sit atop a surge so grand
That humans couldn’t dream to understand
Indeed, they class it contraband
Fumble it with clumsy hands
Whispering their unmade plans
Listlessly
Distancing
From unsurveyed lands

Arm in arm
We stand defiantly
Hand in hand
We shall reclaim the mainland back

You grace the earth with vibrant song
Been barren lands for far too long
Now ground it breaks and sings along
In these clear meads you will ever belong

As far as my eyes wide can see
You were here all along

From the bed you arise to blow rust and stardust on the threads of my mind
Bearing sweet gifts to make me wise
There persist no resistant cries
For there exists no more omnipotent a prize
No voyage of more supreme thrust
Of empowering enterprise
Than the bounty of seafaring eyes
The universe does not begin
and never shall end within these very eyes

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill