The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Página 8

what ship am I on?
we're landlocked here.
but they persist in fears
and long for you to do the same.
and dream that meteors will
shatter your quiet.
then I'll be starlight,
you say to yourself.
then I'll be starlight.
11 april 2016

DEEP IN OUR ENCHANTMENTS
let us go to the storied beginnings rosepetaled,
I cried out not to the red ashed caves but
to the greenwoods, greenwoods.
sweet echoes came back.
come back to me mourned the mirroring moons
in the dark pools reflected
and no one to see. the children at sea.
come back to me murmured the lilied fronds
and the wildflowers sown all down to the seas
and these the margins of our happiness,
or should be, mayflowered and splendid.
let those who lied to all children flee
and beauty reign over us, and the sound of the seas,
the wildflowers bent in a crimson wind then
turning to ochre, to sudden rubies; Again!
said we; deep in our enchantments; Home.
16 april 2016