She and I sail atop the sky, our oars scull
through the forgotten breath of winds – strong-willed,
they fill the quilted sails. I search for would-
be cities, drowned under their ancient scowl,
lost under writhing ivy, throne of skulls –
alone. Protected from the grasping wild
obscuring polished marble – gates high walled
keep mankind out. We descend, breach the hull,

a path made in the canopy of black
trees, sunlight fades in, slowly reveals gold!
We step out, creaking wood betrays our life
among this ancient, silent tomb – we balk.
Ahead, a stream of blood and tears that glowed
and beckoned us. And holding hands, we dive.