Sail

Cast off to snare the Four Winds,
Where the Sea and Sky conspire.
To soar among the wandering clouds,
E'er Dreams become Desire.
Into the Blue beyond,
Below or even higher.
Bereft of Deception, illusions or Lies,
Lay not in ground or on Pyre.

Cool the Summer breeze doth blow,
As Dust or Ash retire.
Rise up devoid of wings to fly,
Twixt crystal flakes, in Cloud attire,
Life begun, sails along short,
Yet terminal to expire.
Sail, guided by the Stars above,
Where the Sea and Sky conspire.