Logbook

Saturday

Tearing statues from a bygone era,
Chiseling monuments to gods freshly birthed,
Masterful hymns dedicated to bright futures,
While gazing at polluted skies.

Loading ships with unknown goods,
Preparing for a voyage past horizons,
Intoxicating ourselves with liquors, untasted,
While pointing at stars hidden.

Wednesday

Sending letters at the speed of light,
Conveying joy, rekindling dying flames,
Treasures unearthed and secured,
For odyssey yet uncharted.

Words aligned just right,
Absorbed by festive spirit,
Immortalized badge of honor,
Mysteries left to be unraveled.

Friday

Safe havens by the wayside,
On a journey for adventure,
Winds invigorating shattered spirits,
Carrying to highs left untouched.

Soft and savory, the sweet breeze,
Brushing lips left longing,
Sun’s light replaced by new star,
Guiding travels through treacherous storms.

Friday

A weeks march still weighing heavy,
On shoulders bearing the sky,
Of fabulous tales and finest wines,
Intoxicating our sanguine minds.

Under watchful moon,
With drunken steps,
We marched to find a place to rest,
To shelter body from your stupor.

Drawing battle plans, for wars yet to come,
Recruiting warriors to our rightful cause,
For beating hearts that strive for stars,
Shall never fall.

Saturday

Tentacles reaching from ocean’s abyss,
Grabbing mast rocked by gusty discord,
Black velvet strung across the heavens,
Compass spinning round.

Lighthouse obscured by waves,
Kissing gods goodbye as they try,
To devour souls too young,
To accept finality.

Monday

Misfortune loudly biting,
Fate rolled predetermined dice,
Past troubling times, a moment to breathe,
Clouds making way for new dawn.

We traded our swords and knives,
To dance to intricate melodies,
Reaching for the fear living inside us,
Exorcised by beautiful play,
By nimble motion.

Wednesday

Found on the wayside,
Nurtured back to strength,
Divinity distilled right into my veins,
Puppets strung from jovial strings,
Dancing once more.

Eye of the hurricane hovering tonight,
Allowing to rest for a while,
Till poison muddies rationality,
Fueled by spur of the withheld,
Trinity reforged in ballet.

Saturday

Scars deeply intruding, clenching onto thoughts,
Imprinted by the maze of yesternight,
Oaths were sworn, sealed by blood,
For vengeance will be ours.

Introductions made, pasts exchanged,
For new memories, strangers laying stake,
To glistering palace, crowded by mysterious,
Figures from Nordic fjords.

Monday

Secrets etched into mortal’s home,
Winds spurred by magical prose,
About histories still to be wrote,
Stakes yet to burn.

Losing my mind, while peering into eyes,
Holding me tight, while mesmerized,
Witches spell, unbreakable chains,
Anchored to my mooning heart.

Friday

Days to weeks, hours to years,
Blending time to fuel my hourglass,
Rapiers poking far, holey armor,
Is what’s left of my persistence.

Serving now as a mistress,
As thoughts become wishes,
Enforcing your demand,
To make them reality.

Tonight

Now up high in the ever darkening skies,
A ray of hope, illuminating ashen blight,
Pouring colors from the firmament,
Facing judgement from my lord.

Dawn-bringer don’t let it slip,
My life at your command,
Ripping stars for your amusement,
My husk is yours till dusk.