Silkensail

A journey into the surreal.

Enjoy.

So I failed to get to the top 100 but at least I can post it again.

Silkensail

I come from my home of Silkensail

Across the airy sea

Where the whales sing

In the golden glow

Of a distant galaxy

For in Silkensail I was born and raised

Amongst the liquored stars

Those orbs of light

Would fall at night

Like drunken raindrops- crazed but ours

I often dream of Silkensail

With its rivers of music

Flowing up towards the sky

Each drop a single note

That was able to fly

I miss my life in Silkensail

The sprawling forests of fire

Trees of cooling flame

That bit with frosty teeth

In summer

 

The pebbles always sang

In Silkensail

A stony choir

Wailing in their multitudes

Like fossilised angels

My family never strayed

From Silkensail

Guarding the amethyst cats

Quiet docile creatures

From the pirate ships

Who descended from the darkness

To plunder their bodies

And sell them to Emperors

And lonely old men

I never looked back

At Silkensail

Never stopped to admire

The sandfish

Great dunes of fish

Or perhaps it was a shoal of sand

The two were often confused

At Silkensail

Many years have passed

Since Silkensail

Where dreams would float as bubbles

Through the rays of the honey-moon

Inside each bubble dream

Was a miniature sun-bear

Someone to talk to

Of Silkensail

My home is gone now.

Is Silkensail.

No longer do I taste the afternoons

Dozily watching the soft pink clouds

Many people found it bizarre

But to me, it was my childhood

My love and my home

Was Silkensail