The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 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