Mistress of the High Sea

Mistress of the High Sea hath set sail.
Left her harbor to slow decay
One goes west, and one goes east, both from same gale
- beyond the horizon she hail

And sleepwalking back again,
a time crystal's bright glistening
setting of the sails and not the gale
tell men's way to go.

And her eyes stray to the horizon
flying across the waves
Running before time
and before dreams away,
she left the myriad creatures
fighting upon the ground.
to dawn's slow gray

The mistress of the high sea has gone away.