Wind gales, water clubs
Like a gladiator and his sword
Cascading the water with his horse
The sky is a robin
His ship is swiftly skirring
The silk flags blow
A symbol of heritage
Avalon’s sunrise gives birth to the birds
That fly as the water guides me
I shift my aged ship
No bounds, just the horizon
Guiding Mare to the Endless
The wind grows mighty
Like the gladiator on his steed
Riding to his consequences
The robin hatches
Turning a deep orange with obsidian scales
Like the sword fish underneath
The wind dies down
So does my ship
Time to turn back
And end this old March
I swerve to the land
The breeze is no longer guiding me
But alluring me to fight more
The flags die down
It’s a surrender
The lights are my kindred
Welcoming me home
The soft moonlight against the bay
Reflects the swordfish down under
And the water grazed the dock
Tolling the bell of the night
I step onto the dock
The Atlantic beacons me out
There is tomorrow too
To watch the water club
And the wind gale
Like a gladiator with his horse