River flows to the seawith chants on feathered windsthat in repeated rhythms sing of now, or when–and ifin breath–almost held–you hear the beat of ancient things, the whispered sighs, like fiddle stringsplayed softly in the night–ask, but don’t expect an answerfrom moon’s hum or the finned-filled tide, except in dream-song laughter,when silver light meets rosy […]

Ships of Dreams