Twilight Voyage

Blue notes deepen on the sea.

The deck still holds

the day’s sunlight

as dusk unfurls

its endless coast.

I stretch my arms, the sickle of the sail

reaping golden rice, dark grapes.

The sky boils and surges like a tide.

I steer for that star-clustered harbor,

my mariner’s chart within me,

well-lit and studied close,

its legend amended but writ in blood,

my wake, dissolving on the deep,

restitched by your own hands.