Albatross

Albatross

The rock skipped clouds bounce over the crests
And slide into the long valleys of foam,
As the winds chastise recalcitrant waves
On the seas of the Albatross home.

The horizon curved edge at the end of sight
Recedes from the flight of its ways,
As it trampolines over the tops
Of the rippling waves of the month’s long days.

Long before the storm rustles the waves
It rides on the winds ahead of the gale,
To find a place of far wander-more seas
To continue its effortless sail.

Days follow nights and nights follow days,
As it glides on its solitary flight
With only the ghosts of mariners lost,
For company in the depths of night.

The breath of the breeze is under its wings
A lifting gift from the love of God,
That carries the bird of wanderlust ways
Above the home of mysteries odd.

It goes on its way in peace unbeknown
To the life of the land and the sea,
A dream pursued by all of the world,
A dream pursued throughout eternity.