"and if there be dragons..."

tacking farther
out of reach,
beyond the harbor's
view...

she is not afraid...
she has a compass,
the sun,
stars, and
she has
that line where
sky and sea meet in
a sliver of
pink light at dawn

she waves
goodbye,
as the tendrils of yesterday
unfurl their grasp
along
the
immovable moorings
of an old self-certainty --
barnacle covered
pilings that stand like
tired
sentinels of
all those onece-upon-a-time
plans for
neverland dreams...

breaking free
from the tentative hold of
what's famliar,
she launches out upon
a sea of
questions...

listening,

always listening
for the next
breeze to catch, 
a correction in longitude,
a degree to the north, 
the next horizon to
steer towards.,
a star that shifts her course,
a point on the
compass to reach for...
the call of
Love's adventure
to be...

sailing away from
all that
seemed so
set-in-stone,
and
into the sweet
unknowing....

and yes,
if there be
dragons....

she will sing to them of
cousins
who frolic in the ocean
mist, and of a boy
named
Jackie Paper...who
loved them...

she will
feed them
on a
endless
trail of
luminous
hope...

and plot her
course
one
shooting star
at a
time