The Sequel to "Red Heaven" Stephen Gardner

I ride this battleship of silk and sand
A hull to slice through air
A finish to glorify a king
A mast of angel's hair

Upon a sea now filled with passion
Overflowing, to the brim
And whilst each wave comes crashing forth
More love shall fill it in

Overhead, a seagull rises
As he chases for the sun
Round horizons, going nowhere
Forgetting where he's from

This place has too much wonder
To, in five lives, describe
But a sailing hands a good one
For tongues left all too tied

There's a sky that touches dawn
As we, ourselves may wish
Just to graze along it's blue and gold
With a single fingertip

There's grass to make the soccer fields
With turf and man-made shrines
Seem powerless and ugly
To something so divine

These crickets chirp a melody
To outweigh all the stars
Something fresher, real, more powerful
Compared to drums and bass guitars

The Earth here is a potency
Of rich and lathered cream
Like a clay, not made or touched before
Ancient universe cuisine

The sun is quick and heavy
A bran-new greeting card each morn
And so mother halts her tempests
And employs the smallest of her storms

Enough to let the rain fall
Enough to soak the grass
To quench the roses without hindering
She leaves no wilted aftermath

And this sea, I cannot move from
As thy perfect vessel strides
I come careening towards this universe
With astounded, bloodshot eyes

Just staring... Like a rampant deer
Caught between the lights
Could this haven ever comfort me
Would I be indulged in perfect sights

Would thy haven take this vessel
Without a scratch or ding or flaw
Would this barren land enjoy me
Or would they not at all

Asking selfless, moral questions
Although I think I've wrote too much
I think my eyes have seen perfection
I think this ship is far enough

I have lived to hear about it
No, I've lived to tell the tale
And if I stay, who would believe me
I have no pen, paper, or mail

Secrets never love me
But I've seen so many through
Inspecting, at a distance
The contour molds to perfect view

It seems I'd rather stay here
Though why disrupt this natural crowd
Each blade of grass, each crimson hue
Perfectly placed beneath the clouds

And I, a plague to render it
Into a helpless state
Divert thine eyes, and let me wander
Before my mind cannot escape

My heart is drenched in kerosene
It slowly flicks and burns
Abnormal world; My salvation
Red-Heaven; No return

I turn and drift to never land
Damn you wind-caressing mast
The tides scream forth, the air is still
Red-Heaven never lasts

 
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