Sailboats
by Rowan Elensír
The waves do more than whisper today ~
For the wind is strong and high.
Out where the waters deepen to blue,
billowing sails are hoisted high.
Out in the bay, they turn and tack ~
Gliding forward, pitching back.
Proud curving sails shimmer ~
Emerald, crimson, sapphire, silver, gold.
From this shore how they beckon,
herald’s pennons do we behold.
Seeking a full wind, they are ~
These brilliant standards sailing past.
The boats, like horses, for steersmen strong;
A lance upraised, advancing, in every stalwart mast.
And at their head, a schooner stands ~
Captain, General, a master for this fleet.
Wond’rous may their travels be,
with joyous return, and victory ~
With tales told well, of Ulmo’s Realm ~
The great, eternal Sea!
For the wind is strong and high.
Out where the waters deepen to blue,
billowing sails are hoisted high.
Out in the bay, they turn and tack ~
Gliding forward, pitching back.
Proud curving sails shimmer ~
Emerald, crimson, sapphire, silver, gold.
From this shore how they beckon,
herald’s pennons do we behold.
Seeking a full wind, they are ~
These brilliant standards sailing past.
The boats, like horses, for steersmen strong;
A lance upraised, advancing, in every stalwart mast.
And at their head, a schooner stands ~
Captain, General, a master for this fleet.
Wond’rous may their travels be,
with joyous return, and victory ~
With tales told well, of Ulmo’s Realm ~
The great, eternal Sea!
