Silence harkens upon
her hardened bows
The ship seems desolate now
Not one lost soul aware
that it is lost
to the waves of nothing
And yet there is nothing
that can stop her now, as
She moves into the night
So aware..
Knowing there is nothing
there and yet
She moves forward
With unabashioned Heart and Soul
Until this whole world
is all at one
within her passions
And until no single Soul
at all
is any longer lost:
With such wicked wicked
fashions does she
enterwine their hearts