Weary of waiting, blue boy. Following the map
Of a vanished sea. Blue lights in the harbor
Blue sails carry you through twilights
Obscuring your lodestar with dusk. Dark-adapted eyes
In the period of blindness, between the gods departed
And the gods yet to come, all that is rare and excellent
Furnish your happy isle's watchtower of white
All that you seek. All the soul's companions
The music of grazing horses plays on the shore

Shaped by the charity of the firmament, blue boy
Gold scales begin to rise. Over the water, at the edge
Of the dreamline, prevailing winds favor a crossing
Go on ahead. The deepest chamber of the night
Will invigorate your exhausted wings. Go on ahead
There, there is pleasing variety in the moon and stars
Waiting for your imprint. The shimmer of leaves
Breathes a song without words
And corals lie lost from the track of the world

©2000 Janet Hamill