Untame, these vast, swirling,
Oceans of mischief and wonder,
Lie dark, their waves curling,
Lapping at the prow as we sail yonder.
Wind battered sails, billowing,
Canvases of cloth of fabric;
Pulling our vessel to the elements, bellowing,
And howling to the midnight storm, the thunderclap.
Crash, a flash, a dash,
Of light enchants us, to,
An albatross, flying to our destination anew,
Its white glows,
Against the midnight cloud,
It flies across, to a place only it knows,
Its purity lies against a shroud:
Of billowing nature, swirling,
Skies of mischief and wonder,
Lie dark, their winds howling,
Lightning flashing, thunder crashing, waves thrashing.
(via James of http://jharatac.tumblr.com/)