Maelstrom
Soaring high above on back a gossimer dragon in the clouds, my angel
gazes earthward and hope shines forth. Would that I could fly, that I might
reach the hem of her garment and hold fast forever. My soul is a boiling
sea upon which my heart has set sail amidst a thousand stormy midnights.
The siryn she call from a sandy coves where I am safe again.
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